And after that a can o beer;
Then they cried a’, wi ae consent,
Eat, brave Noble, and make good cheer!
31
Confess my lord’s horse, Hobie, they say,
And the morn in Carlisle thou’s no die;
‘How shall I confess them?’ Hobie says,
‘For I never saw them with mine eye.’
32
Then Hobie has sworn a fu great aith,