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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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But when they cam to Newcastle toun,
And down were alighted at the wa', They fand thair tree three ells ower laigh,
They fand their stick baith short and sma'.
xrv Then up spake the Laird's ain Jock:
'There's naething for't; the gates we maun force.'— But when they cam the gate until,
The porter withstood baith men and horse.
His neck in twa the Armstrangs wrang ;
Wi' fute or hand he ne'er play'd pa ! His life and his keys at anes they hae ta'en,
And cast the body ahint the wa'.
Now sune they reach Newcastle jail,
And to the prisoner thus they call: ' Sleeps thou, wakes thou, Jock o' the Side,
Or art thou weary of thy thrall ?'
Jock answers thus, wi' dolefu' tone:
' Aft, aft I wake—I seldom sleep : But whae 's this kens my name sae weel,
And thus to mese my waes does seek ?9
Then out and spak the gude Laird's Jock,
' Now fear ye na, my billie,' quo' he; ' For here are the Laird's Jock, the Laird's Wat,
And Hobbie Noble to set thee free.'—
laigh] low.        pa] paw. mese] soothe.        billie] comrade.
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