I wat a mile but barely three,
Till John Armstrong has o’ertane Dick o’ the Kow,
Hand for hand on Cannobie lee.
35.
‘Abide thee, bide now, Dickie than,
The day is come that thou must die.’
Dickie looked o’er his left shoulder,
‘Johnie, has thou any mo in thy company?
36.
‘There is a preacher in our chapell,