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HOBIB NOBLE. |
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And bring ye a' in safety back, If you'll be true and follow me."
He's guided them o'er moss and muir,
O'er hill and houp, and mony a down ; so
Til they came to the Foulbogshiel,
And there, brave Noble, he lighted down.
Then word is gane to the Land-sergeant,
In Askirton where that he lay— " The deer that ye hae hunted lang a
Is seen into the Waste this day."
" Then Hobie Noble is that deer !
I wat he carries the style fu' hie; Aft has he beat your slough-hounds back,
And set yourselves at little lee. eo
" Gar warn the bows of Hartlie-burn, See they shaft their arrows on the wa'!
Warn Willeva, and Spear Edom, And see the morn they meet me a'.
64. Askerton is an old castle, now ruinous, situated in the wilds of Cumberland, about seventeen miles north-east of Carlisle, amidst that mountainous and desolate tract of country bordering upon Liddesdale, emphatically termed the Waste of Bewcastle.—S.
63-6?. Willeva and Speir Edom are small districts in Bew-castledale, through which also the Hartlie-burn takes its course. Conscouthart-Green, and Eodric-haugh, and the Foulbogshiel, are the names of places in the same wilds, |
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