19 The cocks could crow, and the day could dawn, And I wat so even down fell the rain; If Hobie had no wakend at that time, In the Foulbogshiel he had been tane or slain. 20 ‘Get up, get up, my feiries five— For I wat here makes a fu ill day— And the warst clock of this companie I hope shall cross the Waste this day.’ 21 Now Hobie thought the gates were clear, But, ever alas! it was not sae; They were beset wi cruel men and keen, That away brave Noble could not gae. 22 ‘Yet follow me, my feiries five, And see of me ye keep good ray, And the worst clock of this companie I hope shall cross the Waste this day.’ 23 There was heaps of men now Hobie before, And other heaps was him behind, That had he been as wight as Wallace was Away brave Noble he could not win. 24 Then Hobie he had but a laddies sword, But he did more than a laddies deed; In the midst of Conscouthart Green, He brake it oer Jers a Wigham’s head. 25 Now they have tane brave Hobie 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. 26 They have tane him [on] for West Carlisle; They askd him if he knew the way; Whateer he thought, yet little he said; He knew the way as well as they. 27 They hae tane him up the Ricker-gate; The wives they cast their windows wide, And ilka wife to anither can say, That’s the man loosd Jock o the Side! 28 ‘Fy on ye, women! why ca ye me man? For it’s nae man that I’m usd like; I’m but like a forfoughen hound, Has been fighting in a dirty syke.’ 29 Then they hae tane 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. 30 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! 31 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.’ 32 Then Hobie has sworn a fu great aith, By the day that he was gotten or born, He never had onything o my lord’s That either eat him grass or corn. 33 ‘Now fare thee weel, sweet Mangerton! For I think again I’ll neer thee see; I wad betray nae lad alive, For a’ the goud in Christentie. 34 ‘And fare thee well now, Liddisdale, Baith the hie land and the law! Keep ye weel frae traitor Mains! For goud and gear he’ll sell ye a’. 35 ‘I’d rather be ca’d Hobie Noble, In Carlisle, where he suffers for his faut, Before I were ca’d traitor Mains, That eats and drinks of meal and maut.’ * * * * * #a.# 9^4. brother is dead: _cf._ #b.# (Dead _is_ death.)