He has guided them owre moss and muir,
O’er hill and houp[1200], and mony a down,
Til they came to the Foulbogshiel,
And there brave Noble he lighted down.
XIV
Then word is gane to the Land-sergeant,
In Askerton where that he lay:
‘The deer that ye hae hunted sae lang
Is seen into the Waste this day.’—
XV
‘Then Hobbie Noble is that deer;
I wat he carries the style fu’ hie!
Aft has he beat your slough-hounds[1201] back,
And set yourselves at little eie[1202].
XVI
‘Gar warn the bows of Hartlie-burn,
See they sharp their arrows on the wa’!
Warn Willeva and Spear Edom,
And see the morn they meet me a’.
XVII
‘Gar meet me on the Rodric-haugh,
And see it be by break o’ day;
And we will on to Conscouthart Green,
For there, I think, we’ll get our prey.’