‘Nay,’ thain quo Willie, ‘we’ll him slae;’
But up bespake another young man, We’le nit him in a four-nooked sheet,
Give him his burden of batts, and lett him gae.
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Then up bespake the good Laird’s Jock,
The best falla in the companie:
Fitt thy way down a little while, Dickë,
And a peice of thine own cow’s hough I’l give to thee.
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But Dicki’s heart it grew so great