My head shal hing on Hairibie,
I’le never crose Carlele sands again,
If I steal frae a man but them that sta frae me.’
15
Dickie has tane leave at lord and master,
And I wate a merrie fool was he;
He has bought a bridle and a pair of new spurs,
And has packed them up in his breek-thigh.
16
Then Dickie’s come on for Puddinburn,