A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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There were heaps of men now Hobble before.
And other heaps were hhn behind
That had he been as wight as Wallace was.
Away brave Noble he could not win.
Then Hobble had but a laddie's sword
But he did mair than a laddie's deed
For that sword had clear'd Conscouthart-greeriy
Had it not broke o'er Jerswigham's head.
Then they hae ta'en brave Hobbie Noble,
Wi's ain bowstring they band him sae ;
But I wat his heart was ne'er sae sair.
As when his ain five band him on the brae.
They hae ta'en him on for west Carlisle ;
They ask'd him if he kend the way ?
Whate'er he thought, yet little he said.
He knew the v/ay as well as they.
They hae ta'en him up the Ricker-gate
The wives they cast their windows wide
And every Avife to another can say,
" That's the man loosed Jock o' the Side I'"'
" Fy on ye, women ! why ca' ye me man ?
For it's nae man that I am used like
I am but like a forfoughen * hound.
Has been fighting in a dirty syke." t
Then they hae ta'en him up thro' Carlisle toun^
And set him by the chimney fire ;
They gave brave Noble a loaf to eat.
But that was little his desire.
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