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xxrv Then Hobbie he had but a laddie's sword,
But he did more than a laddie's deed; Till in the midst of Conscouthart Green,
He brake it o'er Jers-a-Wigham's head.
xxv
Now they have ta'en brave Hobbie Noble, Wi' his ain bowstring they band him sae;
And I wat his heart was neer sae sair
As when his ain five band him on the brae.
xxvi They have ta'en him on for West Carlisle ;
They ask'd him if he kenn'd the way; Whate'er he thought, yet little he said;
He knew that gate as well as they.
XXVII
They hae ta'en him up the Ricker-gate;
The wives they cast their windows wide, And ilka wife to anither can say,
' That's the man loos'd Jock o' the Side i '—
XXVIII
' Fy on ye, women ! why ca' ye me man ?
For it's nae man that I'm used like; I'm but like a forfoughen hound,
Has been fighting in a dirty syke.'
XXIX
Then they hae ta'en him up thro' Carlisle town,
And set him by the chimney-fire ; They gave brave Noble a wheat loaf to eat,
And that was little his desire.
forfoughen] out-wearied. syke] ditch.
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