He’s ta’en the laird’s jack aff Johnie’s back, The twa-handed sword that hung low by his thie; He’s ta’en the steel cap aff his head-- ‘Johnie, I’ll tell that I met wi’ thee.’ XLIII When Johnie waken’d out o’ his dream, I wat a dreirie man was he: ‘And is thou gane? Now, Dickie, than The shame and dule is left wi’ me. XLIV ‘And is thou gane? Now, Dickie, than The deil gae in thy companie! For if I should live these hundred years, I ne’er shall fight wi’ a fule after thee.’ XLV Then Dickie’s come hame to the gude Lord Scroope, E’en as fast as he might hie; ‘Now, Dickie, I’ll neither eat nor drink, Till hie hangèd that thou shall be.’-- XLVI ‘The shame speed the liars, my lord!’ quo’ Dickie; ‘This was na the promise ye made to me! For I’d ne’er gang to Liddesdale to steal, Had I not got my leave frae thee.’-- XLVII ‘But what gar’d thee steal the Laird’s Jock’s horse? And, limmer, what gar’d ye steal him?’ quo’ he; ‘For lang thou mightst in Cumberland dwelt Or the Laird’s Jock had stown aught frae thee.’-- XLVIII ‘Indeed I wat ye lied, my lord! And e’en sae loud as I hear ye lie! I wan the horse frae fair Johnie Armstrang, Hand to hand, on Cannobie lee. XLIX ‘There is the jack was on his back; This twa-handed sword hung laigh by his thie; And there’s the steel cap was on his head; I brought a’ these tokens to let thee see.’-- L ‘If that be true thou to me tells (And I think thou dares na tell me a lee), I’ll gie thee fifteen punds for the horse, Well tauld on thy cloak lap they shall be. LI ‘I’ll gie thee ane o’ my best milk kye, To maintain thy wife and children three; And that may be as gude, I think, As ony twa o’ thine wad be.’-- LII ‘The shame speed the liars, my lord!’ quo’ Dickie; ‘Trow ye aye to make a fule o’ me? I’ll either hae twenty punds for the gude horse, Or he’s gae to Mortan Fair wi’ me.’ LIII He’s gi’en him twenty punds for the gude horse, A’ in the goud and gude monie; He’s gi’en him ane o’ his best milk kye, To maintain his wife and children three. LIV Then Dickie’s come down thro’ Carlisle toun, E’en as fast as he could drie: The first o’ men that he met wi’ Was my Lord’s brother, Bailiff Glozenburrie. LV ‘Weil be ye met, my gude Ralph Scroope!’-- ‘Welcome, my brother’s fule!’ quo’ he; ‘Where didst thou get Johnie Armstrang’s horse?’-- ‘Where did I get him, but steal him,’ quo’ he. LVI ‘But wilt thou sell me the bonny horse? And, billie, wilt thou sell him to me?’ quo’ he.-- ‘Ay; if thou’lt tell me the monie on my cloak lap: For there’s never ae penny I’ll trust thee.’-- LVII