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HOBIE NOBLE. |
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I'm but like a forfoughen hound, Has been fighting in a dirty syke."
Then they hae tane him up thro' Carlisle town,
And set him by the chimney lire ; They gave brave Noble a wheat loaf to eat, m
And that was little his desire.
Then they gave him a wheat loaf to eat
And after that a can o' beer; Then they cried a', wi' ae consent,
" Eat, brave Noble, and make good cheer. 120
" Confess my lord's horse, Hobie," they say, "And the morn in Carlisle thou's no die ; "
" How shall I confess them ? " Hobie says, " For I never saw them with mine eye."
Then Hobie has sworn a fu' great aith— 125 By the day that he was gotten or born,
He never had onything o' my lord's, That either eat him grass or corn.
" Now fare thee weel, sweet Mangerton '
For I think again I'll ne'er thee see : 130
I wad betray nae lad alive, For a' the goud in Christentie.
129. Of the Castle of Mangertoun, so often mentioned in these ballads, there are very few vestiges. It was situated on the banks of the Liddell, below Castletoun.—S. |
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