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118 THE FRAY OF SUPORT. |
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Aye ready to mak a puir man help. Thou maun awa' out to the Cauf-craigs, (Where anes ye lost your ain twa naigs,) &
And there toom thy brock-skin bag.
Fy, lads ! shout a' a' a' a' a',
My gear's a' ta'en.
Doughty Dan o' the Houlet Hirst,
Thou was aye gude at a birst; #
Gude wi' a bow, and better wi' a speir,
The bauldest March-man that e'er follow'd gear:
Come thou here.
Fy, lads! shout a a a a a,
My gear's a' gane. 4.5
Kise, ye carle coopers, frae making o' kirns and
tubs, In the Nicol forest woods. Your craft hasna left the value of an oak rod, But if you had ony fear o' God, Last night ye hadna slept sae sound, so
And let my gear be a' ta'en.
Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
My gear's a' ta'eri.
Ah ! lads, we'll fang them a' in a net,
For I hae a' the fords 0' Liddel set; «
The Dunkin and the Door-loup,
47. A wood in Cumberland, in which Suport is situated.
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