In the Foulbogshiel where that he lay;
He thought his horse was neath him shot,
And he himself got hard away.
19
The cocks could crow, and the day could dawn,
And I wat so even down fell the rain;
If Hobie had no wakend at that time,
In the Foulbogshiel he had been tane or slain.
20
‘Get up, get up, my feiries five—