Then aye he harpit, and aye he carpit[1259], Till a’ the lordlings footed the floor; They thought the music was sae sweet, They had nae mind o’ the stable door. VIII And aye he harpit, and aye he carpit, Till a’ the nobles were fast asleep; Then quietly he took aff his shoon, And saftly down the stair did creep. IX Syne to the stable door he hied, Wi’ tread as light as light could be; And when he open’d and gaed in, There he fand thirty steeds and three. X He took a colt halter frae his hose, And o’ his purpose he didna fail; He slipt it owre the Wanton’s nose, And tied it to his gray mare’s tail. XI He turn’d them loose at the castle gate, Owre muir and moss and ilka dale; And she ne’er let the Wanton bait, But kept him still gaun to her tail. XII The mare she was right swift o’ foot, She didna fail to find the way; For she was at Lochmaben gate Fu’ lang three hours before the day. XIII When she came to the Harper’s door, There she gave mony a nicker and sneer[1260]-- ‘Rise up,’ quo’ the wife, ‘thou lazy lass; Let in thy master and his mare!’ XIV Then up she rose, put on her clothes, And keekit out through the lock-hole-- ‘O! by my sooth,’ then cried the lass, ‘Our mare has gotten a braw brown foal!’-- XV ‘Come haud thy tongue, thou foolish lass! The moon’s but glancing in your ee. I’ll wad my hail fee[1261] against a groat, He’s bigger than e’er our foal will be.’ XVI Now all this while in merry Carlisle The Harper harpit to hie and law; And the fiend dought they do[1262] but listen him to, Until that the day began to daw. XVII But on the morn at fair daylight, When they had ended a’ their cheer, Behold the Wanton Brown was gane, And eke the poor blind Harper’s mare! XVIII ‘Allace! allace!’ quo’ the silly blind Harper, ‘And ever allace that I cam here! In Scotland I’ve tint a braw colt foal, In England they’ve stown my gude gray mare!’-- XIX ‘Come! cease thy allacing, thou silly blind Harper, And again of thy harping let us hear; And weel paid sall thy colt-foal be, And thou sall have a far better mare.’ XX Then aye he harpit, and aye he carpit, Sae sweet were the harpings he let them hear! He was paid for the foal he had never lost, And three times ower for the gude gray mare. FOOTNOTES: [1257] thole = suffer, be capable of. [1258] laigh = low. [1259] carpit = sang, recited. [1260] nicker and sneer = whinny and snort. [1261] wad my hail fee = bet my whole wages. [1262] fiend dought they do = the deuce could they do. _145. The Fire of Frendraught_ I