"Tho' the night be black as pick and tar,

I'll guide ye o'er yon hill sae hie;

And bring ye a' in safety back,

If ye'll be true, and follow me."

He has guided them o'er moss and muir,

O'er hill and hope, and mony a down;

Until they came to the Foulbogshiel,

And there, brave Noble, he lighted down.

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But word is gane to the land-serjeant,