"There's the jack was on his back, This twa-handed sword that hang laigh by his thigh, And there's the steel cap was on his head; 195 I hae a' these takens to let thee see." "If that be true thou to me tells, (I trow thou dare na tell a lie,) I'll gi' thee twenty punds for the good horse, Weil tel'd in thy cloak lap shall be. 200 "And I'll gi' thee ane o' my best milk-ky, To maintain thy wife and children three; And that may be as good, I think, As ony twa o' thine might be." "The shame speed the liers, my lord!" quo' Dickie; 205 "Trow ye aye to make a fool o' me? I'll either hae thirty punds for the good horse, Or he's gae t' Mortan fair wi' me." He's gi'en him thirty punds for the good horse, All in goud and good monie; 210 He has gi'en him ane o' his best milk-ky, To maintain his wife and children three. Then Dickie's came down through Carlisle town, E'en as fast as he might drie: The first o' men that he met with, 215 Was my Lord's brother, Bayliff Glozenburrie. "Weil may ye be, my gude Ralph Scroope!"-- "Welcome, my brother's fool!" quo' he: "Where did thou get fair Johnie Armstrong's horse?" "Where did I get him, but steal him," quo' he. 220 "But wilt thou sell me fair Johnie Armstrong's horse? And, billie, wilt thou sell him to me?" quo' he: "Aye, and tell me the monie on my cloak lap: For there's no ae fardin I'll trust thee." "I'll gi' thee fifteen punds for the good horse, 225 Weil tel'd on thy cloak lap shall be; And I'll gi' thee ane o' my best milk-ky, To maintain thy wife and children three." "The shame speed the liers, my lord!" quo' Dickie; "Trow ye aye to make a fool o' me?" quo' he; 230 "I'll either hae thirty punds for the good horse, Or he's gae t' Mortan fair wi' me." He's gi'en him thirty punds for the gude horse, All in goud and good monie; He has gi'en him ane o' his best milk-ky, 235 To maintain his wife and children three. Then Dickie lap a loup fu' hie, And I wat a loud laugh laughed he-- "I wish the neck o' the third horse were broken, For I hae a better o' my ain, if better can be." 240 Then Dickie's com'd hame to his wife again, Judge ye how the poor fool sped; He has gi'en her three score English punds, For the three auld co'erlets was tane aff her bed. "Hae, tak thee these twa as good ky, 245 I trow, as a' thy three might be; And yet here is [a] white-footed nagie, I think he'll carry baith thee and me.