Good sooth that I shal bring thee three.’
10.
Then Dick’s com’d on to lord and master,
And I wat a drerie fool was he;
‘Hald thy tongue, my fool,’ he says,
‘For I may not stand to jest with thee.’
11.
‘Shame speed a’ your jesting, my lord,’ quo’ Dickie,
‘For nae such jesting ’grees with me;
Liddesdaile has been in my house this last night,