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JOCK O' THE SIDE |
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XIX
' Now haud thy tongue, my gude Laird's Jock>
For ever, alas ! this canna be ; For if a' Liddesdale were here the night,
The morn's the day that I maun dee.
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i Full fifteen stane o' Spanish iron, They hae laid a' right sair on me;
Wi' locks and keys I am fast bound In this dungeon dark and dreirie.'
xxi ' Fear ye na that,' quo' the Laird's Jock;
' A faint heart ne'er wan a fair ladie; Work thou within, we'll work without,
And I'll be sworn we'll set thee free.'
XXII
The first strong door that they cam at,
They loosed it without a key; The next chain'd door that they cam at,
They garr'd it a' to flinders flee.
XXIII
The prisoner now upon his back
The Laird's Jock has gotten up fu' hie;
And, aims and a', down the tolbooth stair, Wi' nae sma' speed and joy brings he.
XXIV
' Now, Jock, my man,' quo' Hobbie Noble, ' Some o' his weight ye may lay on me.'—
' I wat weel no! ' quo' the Laird's ain Jock, 'I count him lighter than a flee.' |
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tolbooth] gaol.
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