With sword and buckler by his side;
O gin he did not become them well!
23.
‘O fare thee well, my father dear!
And fare thee well, thou Carlisle town!
If it be my fortune my bully to kill,
I swear I’ll ne’er eat bread again.’
24.
24.2 ‘belive,’ soon.
Now we’ll leave talking of Christy Grahame,