Gar warn the Bows of Hartlie-Burn, And see the morn they meet me a'. Gar meet me on the Rodrie-haugh; Then Hobie Noble has dream'd a dream, The cocks could crow and the day could dawn, In the Foul-bog-shiel he had been tane or slain. Get up, get up, my feiries five; For I wat here makes a fu' ill day; Now Hobie thought the gates were clear, They were beset wi' cruel men and keen, Yet follow me my feiries five, And see of me ye keep good ray; There was heaps of men now Hobie before, Then Hobie he had but a laddies sword, He brake it o'er Jersawigham's head. Now they have tane brave Hobie Noble, Wi' his ain bow-string they band him sae: And I wat his heart was ne'er sae sair As when his ain five band him on the brae. They have tane him for West Carlisle ; They hae tane him up the Ricker-gate, That's the man loos'd Jock o' the Side. Fy on ye women, why ca' ye me man? Then they hae tane him up thro' Carlisle town, Then they gave him a wheat loaf to eat, Then they cried a' wi' ae conɛent, Eat brave Noble and make good cheer. Confess my lord's horse, Hobie they say; Then Hobie has sworn a fu' great aith Now fare thee weel sweet Mangerton; For a' the goud in Christentie. And fare thee weel now Liddisdale, I'd rather be ca'd Hobie Noble, In Carlisle where he suffers for his faut, Before I were ca'd traitor Mains, That eats and drinks of meal and maut. The three preceding Ballads are evidently of one age, viz. the reign of James VI. They possess very uncommon merit, and from their minuteness of detail, present us with a view of life and manners, more striking than any commentary that could be added to them. In the poems of Richard Maitland, who was Chancellor to James, we find one" against the thieves of Liddisdail," in which some of the principal heroes of these Ballads have a conspicuous place, Thai thieves that steals, and tursis hame, Ilk ane o' them has a to-name; Will of the Lawis, They think na shame. They spoilie poor men of their pakis, They leave them nought on bed nor bakis, Baith hen and cock With reel and rock The Laird's Jok All with him takis. He is weel kend, John of the Side, A greater thief did never ride. For to break byres. Owre muir and mires Owre gude a guide. There is ane callit Clements Hob, Frae ilk puir wife reaves the wob→→ The divel receive, We may add, to complete the history of these outlaws, that poor Dick o' the Cow, was pursued into his retreat by the Armstrongs, and most cruelly murdered. That the five Armstrongs who betrayed Hobie Noble, were pursued by the relentless vengeance of the chief of the clan, the laird of Mangerton; to avoid which, Sim o' the Mains, who was the chief actor in the faithless and ungrateful transaction, fled into England, where he was shortly after taken and hanged. THE HEIR OF LINNE. PART FIRST. LITHE and listen, gentlemen, To sing a song I will begin: Which was the unthrifty heir of Linne. His father was a right good lord, His mother a lady of high degree; To spend the day with merry chear, To ride, to run, to rant, to roar, To always spend and never spare, Sac fares the unthrifty lord of Linne His house, and lands, and all his rent. His father had a keen steward, And John o' the Scales was called he: Says, Welcome, welcome, lord of Linne, My gold is gone, my money is spent ; Then John he did him to record draw, Thus he hath sold his land sae broad, For sae he to his father hight: My son when I am gane, sayd he, Then thou wilt spend thy land sae broad, And thou wilt spend thy gold so free. * Earnest-money. |