"Get up, get up, my feiries five!
For I wat here makes a fu' ill day;
And the warst [cloak] of this companie,
I hope shall cross the Waste this day."80
Now Hobie thought the gates were clear;
But, ever alas! it was not sae:
They were beset wi' cruel men and keen,
That away brave Noble could not gae.
"Yet follow me, my feiries five,85
And see of me ye keep good ray;
And the worst [cloak] of this companie
I hope shall cross the Waste this day."
There was heaps of men now Hobie before,
And other heaps was him behind,90
That had he been as wight as Wallace was,
Away brave Noble he could not win.
Then Hobie he had but a laddies sword,
But he did more than a laddies deed;
In the midst of Conscouthart-Green,95
He brake it o'er Jersawigham's head.
Now they have tane brave Hobie Noble,
Wi' his ain bowstring they band him sae;
And I wat heart was ne'er sae sair,
As when his ain five band him on the brae.100
They have tane him for West Carlisle;
They ask'd him if he knew the way;
Whate'er he thought, yet little he said;
He knew the way as well as they.
They hae tane him up the [Ricker-gate];105
The wives they cast their windows wide,
And ilka wife to anither can say,
"That's the man loos'd Jock o' the Side!"
"Fy on ye, women! why ca' ye me man?