He has tied them a’ wi’ St. Mary’s knot,
A’ these horses but barely three;
He’s loupen on ane, ta’en another in hand,
And out at the door is gane Dickie.
XXVIII
But on the morn, when the day grew light,
The shouts and cries raise loud and hie
‘Ah! wha has done this?’ quo’ the gude Laird’s Jock,
‘Tell me the truth and the verity!
XXIX
‘Wha has done this deed?’ quo’ the gude Laird’s Jock;
‘See that to me ye dinna lee!’—
‘Dickie has been in the stable last night,
And my brother’s horse and mine’s frae me.’—
XXX
‘Ye wad ne’er be tauld,’ quo’ the gude Laird’s Jock;
‘Have ye not found my tales fu’ leil?
Ye never wad out o’ England bide,
Till crooked and blind and a’ would steal.’—
XXXI
‘But lend me thy bay,’ fair Johnie can say;
‘There’s nae horse loose in the stable save he;
And I’ll either fetch Dick o’ the Cow again,
Or the day is come that he shall dee.’—