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HOBIE NOBLE. |
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" Come thro', come thro', now, Lord Lieutenant, O do come thro', I pray of thee; es
There is an alehouse not far off,
We'll dine you and your companie."
" Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie,
0 now let all your taunting be; ro There's not a man in the king's army
That would have tried what's done by thee.
" Cast back, cast back my fetters again, Cast back my fetters, I say to thee; And get you gane the way you came, n
1 wish no prisoners like to thee."
" I have a mare, she's called Meg,
The best in all our low countrie; If she gang barefoot till they're done,
An ill death may your Lordship die." » |
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HOBIE NOBLE. From Caw's Poetical Museum, p. 193.
" We have seen the hero of this ballad act a disÂtinguished part in the deliverance of Jock o' the Side, and are now to learn the ungrateful return which the Armstrongs made him for his faithful services. Hal-
VOL. vi. 7 |
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