Lyes fast to me with lock and key.’
23
When Dicky he heard that,
‘Away, thou crabby chiel!’ cried he;
He’s taen the door aye with his foot,
And fast he followd it with his knee.
Till a’ the bolts the door hung on,
O th’ prison-floor he made them flee.
24
‘Thou’s welcome, welcome, Archy, my billy,