‘Have ye not found my tales fu leel?
Ye wade never out of England bide,
Till crooked and blind and a’wad steal.’
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‘But will thou lend me thy bay?’ Fair Johnë Armstrong can say,
‘There’s nae mae horse loose in the stable but he;
And I’le either bring ye Dick o the Kow again,
Or the day is come that he must die.’
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‘To lend thee my bay,’ the Laird’s Jock can say,