But on the morn, when the day grew light, The shouts and cries raise loud and hie ‘Ah! wha has done this?’ quo’ the gude Laird’s Jock, ‘Tell me the truth and the verity! XXIX ‘Wha has done this deed?’ quo’ the gude Laird’s Jock; ‘See that to me ye dinna lee!’-- ‘Dickie has been in the stable last night, And my brother’s horse and mine’s frae me.’-- XXX ‘Ye wad ne’er be tauld,’ quo’ the gude Laird’s Jock; ‘Have ye not found my tales fu’ leil? Ye never wad out o’ England bide, Till crooked and blind and a’ would steal.’-- XXXI ‘But lend me thy bay,’ fair Johnie can say; ‘There’s nae horse loose in the stable save he; And I’ll either fetch Dick o’ the Cow again, Or the day is come that he shall dee.’-- XXXII ‘To lend thee my bay!’ the Laird’s Jock ’gan say; ‘He’s baith worth gowd and gude monie. Dick o’ the Cow has awa’ twa horse: I wish na thou may make him three.’ XXXIII He his ta’en the laird’s jack[1252] on his back, A twa-handed sword to hang by his thie; He has ta’en a steel cap on his head, And on he is to follow Dickie. XXXIV Dickie was na a mile aff the town, I wat a mile but barely three, When he was o’erta’en by Johnie Armstrong, Hand for hand, on Cannobie lee. XXXV ‘Abide, abide, thou traitour thiefe! The day is come that thou maun dee!’ Then Dickie look’t ower his left shoulder, --‘Johnie, hast thou nae mae in thy companie? XXXVI ‘There is a preacher in our chapell, And a’ the lee-lang day teaches he: When day is gane and night is come, There’s ne’er a word I mark but three. XXXVII ‘The first and second is--_Faith_ and _Conscience_; The third--_Johnie, take heed o’ thee!_ But, Johnie, what faith and conscience was thine, When thou took awa’ my three kye frae me? XXXVIII ‘And when thou had ta’en awa’ my three kye, Thou thought in thy heart thou wast no well sped, Till thou sent thy billie owre the know, To tak three co’erlets off my wife’s bed!’-- XXXIX Then Johnie let a spear fa’ laigh[1253] by his thie, Thought weel to hae run the innocent through, But the powers above were mair than he, For he ran but the pure fule’s jerkin through. XL Together they ran, or ever they blan[1254]; This was Dickie the fule and he! Dickie couldna win at him wi’ the blade o’ the sword, But fell’d him wi’ the plummet[1255] under the ee. XLI Thus Dickie has fell’d fair Johnie Armstrong, The prettiest man in the south country: ‘Gramercy!’ then ’gan Dickie say, ‘I had but twa horse, thou hast made me three!’ XLII