I trow, as al thy three might be;
And yet here is a white-footed naigg;
I think he’le carry booth thee and me.
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‘But I may no langer in Cumberland dwell;
The Armstrongs the’le hang me high:’
But Dickie has tane leave at lord and master,
And Burgh under Stanemuir there dwels Dickie.
a.