"Aft, aft I wake—I seldom sleep:
But wha's this kens my name sae weel,
And thus to hear my waes does seek?"
Then up spake the good Lairds Jock,
"Neer fear ye now, my billy," quo' he;
"For here's the Laird's Jock, the Laird's Wat,
And Hobie Noble, come to set thee free."
"O hald thy tongue, and speak nae mair,
And o' thy talk now let me be;
For if a' Liddisdale were here the night,