All these horse but barely three.
27.
He has ty’d them a’ with St. Mary knot,
All these horse but barely three;
He has loupen on one, taken another in his hand,
And out at the door and gane is Dickie.
28.
Then on the morn, when the day grew light,
The shouts and cryes rose loud and high;
‘What’s that theife?’ quo’ the good Laird’s Jock,