Out then spoke him Little Dickie,5
And still the best fellow was he;
"Had I but five men and mysell,
Then we would borrow Billie Archie."
Out it spoke him Caff o' Lin,
And still the worst fellow was he;10
"Ye shall have five men and yoursell,
And I will bear you companie.
"We will not go like to dragoons,
Nor yet will we like grenadiers;
But we will go like corn-dealers,15
And lay our brechams on our meares.
"And twa of us will watch the road,
And other twa between will gang,
And I will go to jail-house door,
And hold the prisoner unthought lang."20
"Wha is this at the jail-house door,
Sa weel as they do ken the gin?"
"It's I mysell," said him Little Dickie,
"And O sae fain's I would be in!"
"Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie,25
Awa, let all your folly be;
If the Lord Lieutenant come on you,
Like unto dogs he'll cause you die."
"Hold you, hold you, Billy Archie,
And now let all your folly be;30
Though I die without, you'll not die within,
For borrowed shall your body be."
"Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie,
Awa, let all this folly be;
An hundred pounds of Spanish irons35
Is all bound on my fair bodie."
Wi' plough coulters and gavelocks
They made the jail-house door to flee;
"And in God's name," said Little Dickie,