A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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They gave him a wheaten loaf to eat.
And after that a can of beer
And they cried a' with ae consent,
*' Eat, brave Noble, and make gude cheer.
*' Confess my lord's horse, Hobbie," they said,
" And to-morrow in Carlisle thou's no die."
" How can I confefs them," Hobbie says,
*' When I never saw them with mine e'e.'*
Then Hobbie has sworn a fu' great aith.
By the day that he was gotten or born.
He never had ony thing o' my lord's.
That either eat him grass or corn.
" Now fare thee weel, sweet Mangerton !
For I think again I'll ne'er thee see :
I wad hae betrayed nae lad alive
For a^ the gowd in Christentie.
*' And fare thee weel, sweet Liddesdale
Baith the hie land and the law
Keep ye weel frae the traitot Maina !
For gowd and gear he'U sell ye a'.
*^ Yet wad I rather be ca'd Hol^bie Noble,
In Carlisle where he suffers for his faut.
Than I'd be ca'd the traitor Mains,
That eats and drinks o' the meal and maut,*"*
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