But up bespake the prisoner then,
And O but he spake woefully!
‘Today has been a justice-court,
. . . . . . .
And a’ Liddesdale were here the night,
The morn’s the day at I’se to die.’
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‘What is thy crime, Archie, my billy?
What is the crime they lay to thee?’
‘I brake a spear i the warden’s breast,