I'll[[131]] wad my hail fee against a groat,
He's bigger than e'er our foal will be."
Now all this while, in merry Carlisle,
The Harper harped to hie and law;
And the[[132]] fiend thing dought they do but listen him to,
Until that the day began to daw.
But on the morn, at fair day light,
When they had ended a' their cheer,
Behold the Wanton Brown was gane,