Now Hobbie he was an English man,
And born into Bewcastle dale,
But his misdeeds they were sae great,
They banish’d him to Liddesdale.
IV
At Kershope-foot the tryst was set,
Kershope of the lily lee;
And there was traitour Sim o’ the Mains,
With him a private companie.
V
Then Hobbie has graith’d[1195] his body weel,
I wat wi’ baith good iron and steel;
And he has pull’d out his fringed[1196] grey,
And there, brave Hobbie, he rade him weel.
VI
Then Hobbie is down the water gane,
Even as fast as he may drie;
Tho’ they shou’d a’ brusten and broken their hearts,
Frae that riding-tryst he would not be.
VII
‘Weel may ye be, my feiries[1197] five!
And aye, what is your wills wi’ me?’
Then they cryd a’ wi’ ae consent:
‘Thou’rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me.