Their horses are the wrang way shod,
And Hobbie has mounted his grey sae fine;
Wat on his auld horse, Jock on his bey,
And on they rode for the water of Tyne.
XII
But when they came to Cholerton ford
They lighted down by the light o’ the moon,
And a tree they cut, wi’ nogs on each side,
To climb up the wa’ of Newcastle toun.
XIII
But when they cam to Newcastle toun,
And down were alighted at the wa’,
They fand thair tree three ells ower laigh[1188],
They fand their stick baith short and sma’.
XIV
Then up spake the Laird’s ain Jock:
‘There’s naething for’t; the gates we maun force.’—
But when they cam the gate until,
The porter withstood baith men and horse.
XV
His neck in twa the Armstrangs wrang;
Wi’ fute or hand he ne’er play’d pa[1189]!
His life and his keys at anes they hae ta’en,
And cast the body ahint the wa’.