Then they’re come on to the pure fule’s house,
And they hae broken his wa’s sae wide;
They have loosed out Dick o’ the Cow’s three kye,
And ta’en three co’erlets off his wife’s bed.
VIII
Then on the morn when the day grew light,
The shouts and cries raise loud and hie:
‘O haud thy tongue, my wife,’ he says,
‘And o’ thy crying let me be!
IX
‘O haud thy tongue, my wife,’ he says,
‘And o’ thy crying let me be;
And aye where thou hast lost ae cow,
In gude sooth I shall bring thee three.’
X
Now Dickie’s gane to the gude Lord Scroope,
And I wat a dreirie fule was he;
‘Now haud thy tongue, my fule,’ he says,
‘For I may not stand to jest wi’ thee.’
XI
‘Shame fa’ your jesting, my lord!’ quo’ Dickie,
‘For nae sic jesting grees wi’ me;
Liddesdale’s been in my house last night,
And they hae awa’ my three kye frae me.