A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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" Gar warn the Bows of Hartlie-burn,
See they sharp their arrows on the wa';
Warn Wiileva, and Speir Edom,
And see the morn they meet me a'.
'' Gar meet me on the Rodric-haugh,
And see it be by break o' day
And we M'ill on to Conscouthart-green^
For there^ I think, we'll get our prey."
Then Hobbie Noble has dreimt a dream,
In the Foulbogshiel where that he lay ;
He thought his horse was aneath him shot.
And he himself got hard away.
The cocks could craw, the day could daw.
And I wat sae even fell down the rain ;
If Hobbie had na wakened at that time.
In the Foulbogshiel he had been ta'en or slain
"^ Get up, get up, my feres five
For I wat here makes a fu ill day j
Yet the worst cloak o' this company,
I hope will cross the Waste this day."
Now Hobbie thought the gates were clear
But ever alas ! it was na sae :
They were beset by cruel men and keen.
That away brave Hobbie might na gae,
" Yet follow me my feres five.
And see ye keep of me gude ray ;
And the worst cloak o' this company
Even yet may a*oss the Waste this day."
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