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<JOCK o' THE SIDE. 87
Sae now the water they a' hae tane,
By anes and twas they a' swam through ;
" Here are we a' safe," says the Laird's Jock, "And, poor faint Wat, what think ye now ? "
They scarce the ither side had won, 125
When twenty men they saw pursue ;
Frae Newcastle town they had been sent,
. A' English lads, right good and true.
But when the land-sergeant the water saw,
" It winna ride, my lads," quo' he; i»
Then out he cries—" Ye the pris'ner may take, But leave the irons, I pray, to me."
" I wat weel no," cry'd the Laird's Jock,
" I'll keep them a'; shoon to my mare they'll be:
My good grey mare—for I am sure, 13s
She's bought them a' fu' dear frae thee."
Sae now they're away for Liddisdale, E'en as fast as they cou'd them hie;
The pris'ner 's brought to his ain fire-side,
And there o's aims they make him free. mo
169. The land-sergeant (mentioned also in Hobbie Noble) was an officer under the warden, to whom was committed the apprehending of delinquents, and the care of the publio peace.—S. |
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