A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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Then Dickie's come liame to the gude Lord Scroope,
E'en as fast as lie might hie ;
*^ Now, Dickie, I'll neither eat nor drink.
Till hie hanged thou shalt be."
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" The shame speed the liars, my lord !" quo' Dickie ;
" This was na the promise ye made to me
For I'd ne'er gane to Liddesdale to steal.
Had 1 not got my leave frae thee."
*' Eat what garr'd thee steal the Laird's Jock's horse?
And, iimmer, what garr'd ye steal him.''" quo' he;
^' For lang thou mightst in Cumberland dwelt.
Ere the Laird's Jock had stown frae thee."
-'* Indeed I wat ye lied, my lord
And e'en sae loud as I hear ye lie
I wan the horse frae fair Johnie Armstrang..
Hand to hand on Cannoble Lee.
^' There is the jack was on his back ;
This twa-handed sword hang laigh by his thie
And there's the steil cap was on his head
I brougiit a' these tokens to let thee see."
*' If that be true thou to me tells,
(And I think thou dares na tell a He,)
I'll gie thee fifteen punds for the horse,
Weil tald on thy cloak-lap shall be.
'' ril gie thee ane o' my best milk ky.
To maintain thy wife and children thrie
And that may be as gude, I think.
As ony twa o' thine wad be."
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