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HOBIE NOBLE. |
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Now Hobie he was an English man,
And born into Bewcastle dale ; w
But his misdeeds they were sae great,
They banish'd him to Liddisdale.
At Kershope foot the tryst was set,
Kershope of the lily lee; And there was traitour Sim o' the Mains, is
"With him a private companie.
Then Hobie has graith'd his body weel, I wat it was wi' baith good iron and steel;
And he has pull'd out his fringed grey,
And there, brave Noble, he rade him weel. so
Then Hobie is down the water gane,
E'en as fast as he may drie; Tho' they shoud a' brusten and broken their hearts,
Frae that tryst Noble he would not be.
u "Weel may ye be, my feiries five ! 25
And aye, what is your wills wi' me ? "
Then they cry'd a' wi' ae consent,
" Thou'rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me.
13. Kershope-burn, where Hobbie met his treacherous companions, falls into the Liddel, from the English side, at a place called Turnersholm, where, according to tradition, tourneys and games of chivalry were often solemnized.—S.
15. The Mains was anciently a Border-keep, near Castletown, on the north side of the Liddel, but is now totally demolished.—S. |
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