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HOBIE NOBLE. |
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" Gar meet me on the Rodrie-haugh, es
And see it be by break o' day ; And we will on to Conscowthart-Green,
For there, I think, we'll get our prey."
Then Hobie Noble has dream'd a dream,
In the Foulbogsheil where that he lay; ?u
He thought his horse was 'neath him shot, And he himself got hard away.
The cocks could crow, and the day could dawn, And I wat so even down fell the rain; "
If Hobie had no waken'd at that time, n
In the Foulbogshiel he had been tane or slain.
" Get up, get up, my feiries five !
For I wat here makes a fu' ill day; And the warst cloak of this companie,
I hope shall cross the Waste this day." so
Now Hobie thought the gates were clear;
But, ever alas! it was not sae : They were beset wi' cruel men and keen,
That away brave Noble could not gae.
" Yet follow me, my feiries five, sj
And see of me ye keep good ray;
through which the Scottish plunderers generally made their raids upon England.—S. 79, 87. clock. |
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