And he has paid the rescue shot, Baith wi’ gowd and white monie; And at the burial o’ Willie Scott, I wat was mony a weeping e’e. FOOTNOTES: [1221] laigh = low. [1222] peel = stronghold, keep. [1223] rowing = rolling. [1224] gryming = sprinkling. [1225] fraye = fright, alarm. [1226] ca’s = calves. [1227] minnie = mother. [1228] warn the water = raise the cry along the waterside. [1229] outspeckle = laughing-stock. [1230] layne = lie, falsen. [1231] ware, &c. = spend, use my mother’s calf-skin whip. [1232] toom = empty. [1233] till ’t = to it. [1234] knapscap = headpiece. [1235] grat = wept. [1236] lyart = grizzled. [1237] lourd = liefer, rather. [1238] wudspurs = hotspur, or madspur. _142. Dick o’ the Cow_ I Now Liddesdale has lain lang in, There is na ryding[1239] there at a’; The horses are a’ grown sae lither[1240] fat, They downa stir out o’ the sta’. II Fair Johnie Armstrong to Willie did say-- ‘Billie, a-ryding then will we; England and us have been lang at feid; Aiblins[1241] we’ll light on some bootie.’-- III Then they’re come on to Hutton Ha’; They rade that proper place about. But the Laird he was the wiser man, For he had left nae gear without: IV For he had left nae gear to steal, Except sax sheep upon a lea: Quo’ Johnie--‘I’d rather in England die, Ere thir sax sheep gae to Liddesdale wi’ me. V ‘But how ca’ they the man we last met, Billie, as we cam owre the know[1242]?’-- ‘That same he is an innocent fule, And men they call him Dick o’ the Cow.’ VI ‘That fule has three as good kye o’ his ain, As there are in a’ Cumberland, billie,’ quo’ he. ‘Betide me life, betide me death, These kye shall go to Liddesdale wi’ me.’ VII Then they’re come on to the pure fule’s house, And they hae broken his wa’s sae wide; They have loosed out Dick o’ the Cow’s three kye, And ta’en three co’erlets off his wife’s bed. VIII Then on the morn when the day grew light, The shouts and cries raise loud and hie: ‘O haud thy tongue, my wife,’ he says, ‘And o’ thy crying let me be! IX ‘O haud thy tongue, my wife,’ he says, ‘And o’ thy crying let me be; And aye where thou hast lost ae cow, In gude sooth I shall bring thee three.’ X Now Dickie’s gane to the gude Lord Scroope, And I wat a dreirie fule was he; ‘Now haud thy tongue, my fule,’ he says, ‘For I may not stand to jest wi’ thee.’ XI ‘Shame fa’ your jesting, my lord!’ quo’ Dickie, ‘For nae sic jesting grees wi’ me; Liddesdale’s been in my house last night, And they hae awa’ my three kye frae me. XII ‘But I may nae langer in Cumberland dwell, To be your puir fule and your leal, Unless you gie me leave, my lord, To gae to Liddesdale and steal’-- XIII