‘To lend thee my bay!’ the Laird’s Jock ’gan say;
‘He’s baith worth gowd and gude monie.
Dick o’ the Cow has awa’ twa horse:
I wish na thou may make him three.’
XXXIII
He his ta’en the laird’s jack[1252] on his back,
A twa-handed sword to hang by his thie;
He has ta’en a steel cap on his head,
And on he is to follow Dickie.
XXXIV
Dickie was na a mile aff the town,
I wat a mile but barely three,
When he was o’erta’en by Johnie Armstrong,
Hand for hand, on Cannobie lee.
XXXV
‘Abide, abide, thou traitour thiefe!
The day is come that thou maun dee!’
Then Dickie look’t ower his left shoulder,
—‘Johnie, hast thou nae mae in thy companie?
XXXVI
‘There is a preacher in our chapell,
And a’ the lee-lang day teaches he:
When day is gane and night is come,
There’s ne’er a word I mark but three.