But Dickie’s heart it grew sae grit[1248],
That the ne’er a bit o’t he dought to[1249] eat—
Then he was aware of in auld peat-house,
Where a’ the night he thought for to sleep
XXIII
Then Dickie was ware of an auld peat-house,
Where a’ the night he thought for to lye—
And a’ the prayers the puir fule pray’d,
Were, ‘I wish I had mends[1250] for my gude three kye!’
XXIV
It was then the use of Puddingburn house,
And the house of Mangerton, all hail,
Them that cam na it the first ca’,
Gat nae mair meat till the neist meal.
XXV
The lads, that hungry and weary were,
Abune the door-head they threw the key;
Dickie he took gude notice o’ that,
Says—‘There will be a bootie for me.’
XXVI
Then Dickie has into the stable gane,
Where there stood thirty horses and three;
He has tied them a’ wi’ St. Mary’s knot[1251],
A’ these horses but barely three.