4_The English and Scottish popular ballads, volume 3 (of 5)

It is the lads o the Kirkhill,

The gay Galiard and Will o Kirkhill,

But and the lads o Stefenbiggin,

They broke the house in at the riggin.

The lads o Fingland and Hellbackhill,

They were neer for good, but aye for ill.

Twixt the Staywood Bass and Langside Hill,

They stelld the broked cow and branded bull.

It is the lads o the Girthhead,

The diel’s in them for pride and greed.

. . . . . . . .

The Galiard is to the stable gane;

Instead of the Dun, the Blind he’s taen.

‘Come out now, Simmy o the Side,

Come out and see a Johnston ride!

‘Here’s the boniest horse in a’Nithside,

And a gentle Johnston aboon his hide.’

Simmy Crichton’s mounted then,

And Crichtons has raised mony a ane.

The Galiard thought his horse had been fleet,

But they did outstrip him quite out o sight.

As soon as the Galiard the Crichton he saw,

Beyond the saugh-bush he did draw.

The Crichtons there the Galiard hae taen,

And nane wi him but Willy alane.

‘O Simmy, Simmy, now let me gang,

And I vow I’ll neer do a Crichton wrang!

‘O Simmy, Simmy, now let me be,

And a peck o goud I’ll gie to thee!

‘O Simmy, Simmy, let me gang,

And my wife shall heap it wi her hand!’

But the Crichtons wadna let Willy bee,

But they hanged him high upon a tree.

O think then Will he was right wae,

When he saw his uncle guided sae.

‘But if ever I live Wamphray to see,

My uncle’s death revenged shall be!’

Back to Wamphray Willy’s gane,

And riders has raised mony a ane.

Saying, My lads, if ye’ll be true,

Ye’s a’be clad in the noble blue.

Back to Nidsdale they are gane,

And away the Crichtons’ nout they hae taen.

As they came out at the Wallpath-head,

The Crichtons bad them light and lead.

And when they came to the Biddess-burn,

The Crichtons bad them stand and turn.

And when they came to the Biddess-strand,

The Crichtons they were hard at hand.

But when they cam to the Biddess-law,

The Johnstons bad them stand and draw.

Out then spake then Willy Kirkhill:

‘Of fighting, lads, ye’s hae your fill.’

Then off his horse Willy he lap,

And a burnishd brand in his hand he took.

And through the Crichtons Willy he ran,

And dang them down both horse and man.

O but these lads were wondrous rude,

When the Biddess-burn ran three days blood!

‘I think, my lads, we’ve done a noble deed;

We have revengd the Galiard’s blood.

‘For every finger o the Galiard’s hand,

I vow this day I’ve killed a man.’

And hame for Wamphray they are gane,

And away the Crichtons’ nout they’ve taen.

‘Sin we’ve done na hurt, nor we’ll take na wrang,

But back to Wamphray we will gang.’

As they came in at Evanhead,

At Reaklaw-holm they spred abread.

‘Drive on, my lads, it will be late;

We’ll have a pint at Wamphray Gate.

‘For where eer I gang, or eer I ride,

The lads o Wamphr[a]y’s on my side.

‘For of a’the lads that I do ken,

The lads o Wamphr[a]y’s king o men.’

* * * * *

_Not divided into stanzas in the MS. Scott makes stanzas of four

lines._

3^1. Leuerhay.

_After 8 Scott inserts_:

For the Galliard, and the gay Galliard’s men,

They neer saw a horse but they made it their ain.

The Galliard to Nithside is gane,

To steal Sim Crichton’s winsome dun.

20^1. let Willy bee, _in the text_: or the Galiard, _in the

margin_.

21^1. _In the margin_: Will of Kirkhill.

38^2. Breaklaw: _changed in the MS. to_ Reaklaw.

185

DICK O THE COW

#a.# ‘An excelent old song cald Dick of the Cow.’ Percy Papers, 1775.

#b.# Caw’s Poetical Museum, p. 22, 1784. #c.# Campbell, Albyn’s

Anthology, II, 31, 1818.

#a# seems to have been communicated to Percy by Roger Halt in 1775. #b#

was contributed to Caw’s Museum by John Elliot of Reidheugh, a

gentleman, says Scott, well skilled in the antiquities of the western

border. #c# was taken down “from the singing and recitation of a

Liddesdale-man, namely, Robert Shortreed, sheriff-substitute of

Roxburghshire, in the autumn of 1816;” but it differs from #b# in no

important respect except the omission of thirteen stanzas, 17, 18, 24,

32, 35–38, 51, 52, 56–58.

Scott’s copy, I, 137, 1802, II, 63, 1833, is #c# with the deficient

stanzas supplied from #b#. A copy in the Campbell MSS, I, 204, is #b#.

Ritson pointed out to Scott a passage in Nashe’s Have with you to

Saffren Walden which shows that this ballad was popular before the end

of the sixteenth century: “Dick of the Cow, that mad demi-lance northren

borderer, who plaied his prizes with the lord Jockey so bravely,” 1596,

in Grosart’s Nashe, III, 6.

An allusion to it likewise occurs in Parrot’s Laquei Ridiculosi, or

Springes for Woodcocks, London, 1613, Epigr. 76.

Owenus wondreth, since he came to Wales,

What the description of this isle should be,

That nere had seen but mountains, hills, and dales;

Yet would he boast, and stand on pedigree

From Rice ap Richard, sprung from Dick a Cow;

Be cod, was right gud gentleman, look ye now!

Scott’s Minstrelsy, II, 62, 1833.

In a list of books printed for and sold by P. Brooksby, 1688, occurs

Dick-a-the-Cow, containing north-country songs: Ritson, in Scott’s

Minstrelsy, I, 223, 1833.

Two stanzas are cited in Pennant’s Tour in Scotland and Voyage to the

Hebrides in 1772, Part II, p. 276, ed. 1776.

Then Johnie Armstrong to Willie gan say,

‘Billie, a riding then will we;

England and us have been long at feud;

Perhaps we may hit on some bootie.’

Then they’re come on to Hutton-Ha;

They rade that proper place about;

But the laird he was the wiser man,

For he had left na geir without.

Fair Johnie Armstrong[303] and Willie his brother, having lain long in,

ride out on the chance of some booty. They come to Hutton Hall, but find

no gear left without by the experienced laird, except six sheep, which

they scorn to take. Johnie asks Willie who the man was that they last

met, and learning that it was Dick o the Cow, a fool whom he knows to

have three as good kine as are in Cumberland, says, These kine shall go

with me to Liddesdale. They carry off Dick’s three kine, and also three

coverlets from his wife’s bed. When daylight reveals the theft, Dick’s

wife raises a wail; he bids her be still, he will bring her three cows

for one. Dick goes to his master and makes his loss known, and asks

leave to go to Liddesdale to steal; his troth is required that he will

steal from none but those who have stolen from him. Dickie goes on to

Puddingburn, where there are three and thirty Armstrongs, and complains

to the Laird’s Jock of the wrong which Fair Johnie Armstrong and Willie

have done him. Fair Johnie is for hanging Dick, Willie for slaying him,

and another young man for tossing him in a sheet, beating him, and

letting him go. The Laird’s Jock, who is a better fellow than the rest,

tells Dick that if he will sit down he shall have a bit of his own cow.

Dick observes that a key has been flung over the doorhead by lads who

have come in late. With this key he opens the stable where are the

Armstrongs’ three and thirty horses. He ties all but three with a triple

knot,[304] leaps on one, takes another in his hand, and makes off. Fair

Johnie discovers in the morning that his own horse and Willie’s have

been stolen, borrows the Laird’s-Jock’s, which Dick (for improvement of

the story) happens not to have tied, arms himself, and sets out in

pursuit. Overtaking Dick on Canoby lee, Johnie sends a spear at him,

which only pierces the innocent’s jerkin. Dick turns on Johnie, and has

the good fortune to fell him with the pommel of his sword. He strips

Johnie of armor and sword, takes the third horse, and goes home to his

master, who threatens to hang him for his thieving. The fool plants

himself upon the terms his master had made with him: he had stolen from

none but those that had stolen from him. His having the Laird Jock’s

horse requires explanation; but Dick is able to give such satisfaction

on that point that his master offers twenty pound and one of his best

milk-kye for the horse. Dick exacts and gets thirty, and makes the same

bargain with his master’s brother for Fair Johnie Armstrong’s horse. So

he goes back to his wife, and gives her threescore pound for her three

coverlets, two kye as good as her three, and has the third horse over

and above. But Dick sees that he cannot safely remain on the border

after this reprisal upon the Armstrongs, and removes to Burgh (Brough)

under Stainmoor, in the extreme south of Cumberland.[305]

Henry Lord Scroop of Bolton was warden of the West Marches for thirty

years from 1563, and his son Thomas for the next ten years, down to the

union of the crowns. Which of the two is intended in this ballad might

be settled beyond question by identifying my lord’s brother, Ralph

Scroop, Bailif Glazenberrie, or Glozenburrie, st. 54 f.; but the former

is altogether more probable.

The Laird’s Jock, in the opinion of Mr R. B. Armstrong, was a son of

Thomas of Mangerton, the elder brother of Gilnockie. There are notices

of him from 1569 to 1599. In 1569 Archibald Armstrong of Mangerton

declined to be pledge for John Armstrong, called the Lardis Jok, Reg. P.

Council; in 1599 he and other principal Armstrongs executed a bond,[306]

and he is mentioned (in what fashion will presently appear) at various

intermediate dates.

Jock, the Laird’s son, an Armstrong of Liddesdale, had a brother called

John,[307] MS. General Register House, 1569. (He is not called Fair John

in any document besides the ballad.) In a later MS. there is an entry of

the marriage of John Armstrong, called the Lord’s John. John Armstrong,

son to the laird of Mangerton, is witness to two bonds in which John of

the Syde is a party, in 1562, 1563: R. B. Armstrong, History of

Liddesdale, etc., Appendix, pp. ciii, civ. In a London MS. the Lord’s

John is said to have been executed.

The Laird’s Jock, his father the laird of Mangerton, Sim’s Thom, and

their accomplices, are complained of in November, 1582, by Sir Simon

Musgrave for burning of his barns, wheat, etc., worth £1,000 sterling:

Nicolson and Burn, History of Westmoreland and Cumberland, I, xxxi. The

commendation of the Laird’s Jock’s honesty in st. 47, as Scott says,

seems but indifferently founded; “for in July, 1586, a bill was fouled

against him, Dick of Dryup, and others, by the deputy of Bewcastle, at a

warden-meeting, for four hundred head of cattle taken in open foray from

the Drysike in Bewcastle; and in September, 1587, another complaint

appears, at the instance of one Andrew Rutledge of the Nook, against the

Laird’s Jock and his accomplices, for fifty kine and oxen, besides

furniture to the amount of one hundred merks sterling:” Nicolson and

Burn, as above. To be sure, we find the laird of Mangerton, on the next

page, making complaints of the same kind against various persons, but it

is to be feared that the Laird’s Jock, at least, did not keep to the

innocent’s golden rule, ‘to steal frae nane but them that sta from

thee.’ Sir Richard Maitland gives him his character:

Thay spuilye puire men of thair pakis,

Thay leife tham nocht on bed nor bakis;

Baith henne and cok,

With reill and rok,

The Lairdis Jok all with him takis. (MS.)

Hutton Hall, 3, being more than twenty miles from the border, seems

remote for the Armstrongs’ first _reconnaissance_, and it is no wonder

that Fair Johnie stickled at driving six sheep to such a distance. We

might ask how Dick, who evidently lives near Carlisle (for, besides

other reasons, he is intimately acquainted with the Armstrongs), should

have been met so far from home.

Harribie, 14, mentioned also in ‘Kinmont Willie,’ was the place of

execution at Carlisle.

Puddingburn House, 16, according to Chambers, Scottish Ballads, p. 48,

was a strong place on the side of the Tinnis Hill, about three miles

westward from the Syde (and therefore a very little further from the

house of Mangerton), of which the ruins now serve for a sheepfold. A MS.

cited by Mr R. B. Armstrong says: “Joke Armestronge, called the Lord’s

Joke, dwelleth under Denys Hill besides Kyrsoppe in Tenisborne;” and in

another MS. the Lord Jock of Tennesborne is stated to have lived a mile

west from Kersopp-foote. The name Puddingburn has not been found on any

map.[308]

Cannobei, 34, is on the east of the Esk, just above its juncture with

the Liddel. Mattan, 52, 58 (Morton in #b#), is perhaps the small town a

few miles east of Whitehaven. There were cattle-fairs at Arlochden,

which is very nigh, in the early part of this century: Lysons,

Cumberland, p. 10.

The Cow in Dick’s name can have no reference to his cattle, for then his

style would have been Dick o the Kye. Cow may possibly denote the hut in

which he lived; or bush, or broom.

Translated by Knortz, Schottische Balladen, No 15, p. 42.

Now Liddisdale has lain long in,

Fa la

There is no rideing there a ta;

Fa la

Their horse is growing so lidder and fatt

That are lazie in the sta.

Fa la la didle

Then Johnë Armstrang to Willie can say,

Billie, a rideing then will we;

England and us has been long at a feed;

Perhaps we may hitt of some bootie.

Then they’r comd on to Hutton Hall,

They rade that proper place about;

But the laird he was the wiser man,

For he had left nae gear without.

Then he had left nae gear to steal,

Except six sheep upon a lee;

Says Johnie, I’de rather in England die

Before their six sheep good to Liddisdale with me.

‘But how cald they the man we last w_i_t_h_ mett,

Billie, as we came over the know?’

‘That same he is an innocent fool,

And some men calls him Dick o the Cow.’

‘That fool has three as good kyne of his own

As is in a’ Cumberland, billíe,’ quoth he:

‘Betide my life, betide my death,

These three kyne shal go to Liddisdaile with me.’

Then they’re comd on to the poor fool’s house,

And they have broken his wals so wide;

They have loosd out Dick o the Cow’s kyne three,

And tane three coerlets off his wife’s bed.

Then on the morn, when the day grew light,

The shouts and crys rose loud and high:

‘Hold thy tongue, my wife,’ he says,

‘And of thy crying let me bee.

‘Hald thy tongue, my wife,’ he says,

‘And of thy crying let me bee,

And ay that where thou wants a kow,

Good sooth that I shal bring the three.’

Then Dick’s comd on to lord and master,

And I wate a drerie fool [was] he:

‘Hald thy tongue, my fool,’ he says,

‘For I may not stand to jest with thee.’

‘Shame speed a your jesting, my lord,’ quo Dickie,

‘For nae such jesting grees with me;

Liddesdaile has been in my house th_i_s last night,

And they have tane my three kyne from me.

‘But I may nae langer in Cumberland dwel,

To be your poor fool and your leel,

Unless ye give me leave, my lord,

To go to Liddisdale and steal.’

‘To give thee leave, my fool,’ he says,

‘Thou speaks against mine honour and me;

Unless thou give me thy trouth and thy right hand

Thou’l steal frae nane but them th_a_t sta from thee.’

‘There is my trouth and my right hand;

My head shal hing on Hairibie,

I’le never crose Carlele sands again,

If I steal frae a man but them th_a_t sta frae me.’

Dickie has tane leave at lord and master,

And I wate a merrie fool was he;

He has bought a bridle and a pair of new spurs,

And has packed them up in his breek-thigh.

Then Dickie’s come on for Puddinburn,

Even as fast as he may drie;

Dickie’s come on for Puddinburn,

Where there was thirty Armstrongs and three.

‘What’s this comd on me!’ quo Dickë,

‘What meakle wae’s th_i_s happend on me,’ quo he,

‘Where here is but ae innocent fool,

And there is thirty Armstrongs and three!’

Yet he’s comd up to the hall among th_e_m all;

So wel he became his courtisie:

‘Well may ye be, my good Laird’s Jock!

But the deil bless all your companie.

‘I’m come to plain of your man Fair Johnie Armstrong,

And syne his billie Willie,’ quo he;

‘How they have been in my house th_i_s last night,

And they have tane my three ky frae me.’

Quo Johnie Armstrong, We’ll him hang;

‘Nay,’ thain quo Willie, ‘we’ll him slae;’

But up bespake another young man, We’le nit him in a four-nooked

sheet,

Give him his burden of batts, and lett him gae.

Then up bespake the good Laird’s Jock,

The best falla in the companie:

Fitt thy way down a little while, Dickë,

And a peice of thine own cow’s hough I’l give to thee.

But Dicki’s heart it grew so great

That never a bitt of it he dought to eat;

But Dickie was warr of ane auld peat-house,

Where there al the night he thought for to sleep.

Then Dickie was warr of that auld peat-house,

Where there al the night he thought for to ly;

And a’the prayers the poor fool prayd was,

‘I wish I had a mense for my own three kye!’

Then it was the use of Puddinburn,

And the house of Mangertoun, all haile!

These that came not at the first call

They gott no more meat till the next meall.

The lads, that hungry and aevery was,

Above the door-head they flang the key;

Dickie took good notice to that;

Says, There’s a bootie younder for me.

Then Dickie’s gane into the stable,

Where there stood thirty horse and three;

He has ty’d them a’with St Mary knot,

All these horse but barely three.

He has ty’d them a’with St Mary knott,

All these horse but barely three;

He has loupen on one, taken another in his hand,

And out at the door and gane is Dickie.

Then on the morn, when the day grew light,

The shouts and cryes rose loud and high;

‘What’s that theife?’ quo the good Laird’s Jock;

‘Tel me the truth and the verity.

‘What’s that theife?’ quo the good Laird’s Jock;

‘See unto me ye do not lie:’

‘Dick o the Cow has been in the stable this last night,

And has my brother’s horse and mine frae me.’

‘Ye wad never be teld it,’ quo the Laird’s Jock;

‘Have ye not found my tales fu leel?

Ye wade never out of England bide,

Till crooked and blind and a’wad steal.’

‘But will thou lend me thy bay?’ Fair Johnë Armstrong can say,

‘There’s nae mae horse loose in the stable but he;

And I’le either bring ye Dick o the Kow again,

Or the day is come that he must die.’

‘To lend thee my bay,’ the Laird’s Jock can say,

‘He’s both worth gold and good monie;

Dick o the Kow has away twa horse,

I wish no thou should no make him three.’

He has tane the Laird’s jack on his back,

The twa-handed sword th_a_t hang lieugh by his thigh;

He has tane the steel cap on his head,

And on is he to follow Dickie.

Then Dickie was not a mile off the town,

I wate a mile but barely three,

Till John Armstrang has oertane Dick o the Kow,

Hand for hand on Cannobei lee.

‘Abide th[e], bide now, Dickie than,

The day is come that thow must die;’

Dickie looked oer his left shoulder;

‘Johnie, has thow any mo in thy company?

‘There is a preacher in owr chapell,

And a’the lee-lang day teaches he;

When day is gane, and night is come,

There’s never a word I mark but three.

‘The first and second’s Faith and Conscience;

The third is, Johnie, Take head of thee;

But what faith and conscience had thow, traitor,

When thou took my three kye frae me?

‘And when thou had tane my three kye,

Thou thought in thy heart thou was no wel sped;

But thou sent thi billie Willie oer the know,

And he took three coerlets of my wife’s bed.’

Then Johne lett a spear fa leaugh by his thigh,

Thought well to run the innocent through;

But the powers above was more than his,

He ran but the poor fool’s jerkin through.

Together they ran or ever they blan—

This was Dickie, the fool, and hee—

Dickie could not win to him w_i_t_h_ the blade of the sword,

But he feld [him] with the plummet under the eye.

Now Dickie has [feld] Fair Johnë Armstrong,

The prettiest man in the south countrey;

‘Gramercie,’ then can Dickie say,

‘I had twa horse, thou has made me three.’

He has tane the laird’s jack off his back,

The twa-handed sword th_a_t hang leiugh by his thigh;

He has tane the steel cape off his head:

‘Johnie, I’le tel my master I met with thee.’

When Johnë wakend out of his dream,

I wate a dreiry man was he:

‘Is thou gane now, Dickie, than?

The shame gae in thy company!

‘Is thou gane now, Dickie, than?

The shame go in thy companie!

For if I should live this hundred year,

I shal never fight with a fool after thee.’

Then Dickie comed home to lord and master,

Even as fast as he may driee:

‘Now Dickie, I shal neither eat meat nor drink

Till high hanged that thou shall be!’

‘The shame speed the liars, my lord!’ quo Dickie,

‘That was no the promise ye made to me;

For I’d never gane to Liddesdale to steal

Till that I sought my leave at thee.’

‘But what gart thow steal the Laird’s-Jock’s horse?

And, limmer, what gart thou steal him?’ quo he;

‘For lang might thow in Cumberland dwelt

Or the Laird’s Jock had stoln ought frae thee.’

‘Indeed I wate ye leed, my lord,

And even so loud as I hear ye lie;

I wan him frae his man, Fair Johnë Armstrong,

Hand for hand on Cannobie lee.

‘There’s the jack was on his back,

The twa-handed sword that hung lewgh by his thigh;

There’s the steel cap was on his head;

I have a’these takens to lett you see.’

‘If that be true thou to me tels—

I trow thou dare not tel a lie—

I’le give thee twenty pound for the good horse,

Wel teld in thy cloke-lap shall be.

‘And I’le give thee one of my best milk-kye,

To maintain thy wife and children three;

[And that may be as good, I think,

As ony twa o thine might be.’]

‘The shame speed the liars, my lord!’ quo Dicke,

‘Trow ye ay to make a fool of me?

I’le either have thirty pound for the good horse,

Or els he’s gae to Mattan fair wi me:’

Then he has given him thirty pound for the good horse,

All in gold and good monie;

He has given him one of his best milk-kye,

To maintain his wife and children three.

Then Dickie’s come down through Carlile town,

Even as fast as he may drie:

The first of men that he with mett

Was my lord’s brother, Bailife Glazenberrie.

‘Well may ye be, my good Ralph Scrupe!’

‘Welcome, my brother’s fool!’ quo he;

‘Where did thou gett Fair Johnie Armstrong’s horse?’

‘Where did I get him but steall him,’ quo he.

‘But will thou sell me Fair Johnie Armstrongś horse?

And, billie, will thou sel him to me?’ quo he:

‘Ay, and tel me the monie on my cloke-lap,

For there’s not one fathing I’le trust thee.’

‘I’le give thee fifteen pound for the good horse,

Wel teld on thy cloke-lap shal be;

And I’le give [thee] one of my best milk-kye,

To maintain thy wife and thy children three.’

‘The shame speed the liars, my lord!’ quo Dickë,

‘Trow ye ay to make a fool of me?’ quo he:

‘I’le either have thirty pound for the good horse,

Or else he’s to Mattan Fair with me.’

He has given him thirty pound for the good horse,

All in gold and good monie;

He has given him one of his best milk-kye,

To maintain his wife and children three.

Then Dickie lap a loup on high,

And I wate a loud laughter leugh he:

‘I wish the neck of the third horse were browken,

For I have a better of my own, and onie better can be.’

Then Dickie comd hame to his wife again;

Judge ye how the poor fool he sped;

He has given her three score of English pounds

For the three auld coerlets was tane of her bed.

‘Hae, take thee there twa as good kye,

I trow, as al thy three might be;

And yet here is a white-footed naigg;

I think he’le carry booth thee and me.

‘But I may no langer in Cumberland dwell;

The Armstrongs the’le hang me high:’

But Dickie has tane leave at lord and master,

And Burgh under Stanemuir there dwels Dickie.

* * * * *

#a.#

4^4. _Over_ good _is written_ went.

10^2. I wats: _cf._ 15^2, 34^2, 43^2.

21^3. Fitt: _Caw_, Sit. _I take_ fitt _in the sense of_ fettle.

23^4. a mense.

38^3. Sent y^e.

47^2. steal the Laird Jock horse _erroneously repeated from the

line above: corrected from Caw_.

51^{3,4} _wanting: supplied from #b#._

55^1. Srcupe.

62^2. _for_ thy, thyee, _corrected from_ three.

#b.#

_Burden, after the first and fourth line_, Fala, fala, fala,

faliddle.

1^3. horses are grown sae lidder fat.

1^4. They downa stur out o the sta.

2^2. then we’ll gae.

2^4. Ablins we’ll hit on.

3^2. rade the.

4^3. Quo J.

4^4. Ere thir: gae.

5^1. with _wanting_.

5^4. men ca.

6^{1,4}, 11^4, 19^4. ky.

6^2. As there’s.

6^3. me _for_ my, _twice_.

7^3. three ky.

8^1. day was.

8^3, 9^1. O had.

9^4. In good sooth I’ll.

10^1. on for ’s.

10^2. was he.

10^3. Now had.

11^3. this _wanting_.

13^1. I gi.

13^2. speakest: my.

13^3. right _wanting_.

13^4. but wha sta frae.

14^2. hang.

14^4. but wha sta.

16^2. might.

16^3. Now Dickie’s.

16^4. were.

17^1. O what’s this comd o me now.

18^2. Sae weil’s.

19^2. o his.

19^3. the last.

20^3, 21^1. up and.

20^3. We’ll nit him in a four-nooked sheet _wanting_.

20^4. We’ll gie im his batts.

21^2. in a’the.

21^3. Sit thy ways: Dickie.

21^4. thy: gi thee.

22^3. Then Dickie.

22^4, 23^2. there _wanting_.

23^1. o an auld.

23^3. was _wanting_.

23^4. a mense.

24^3. came na.

24^4. t’the.

25^1. weary _for_ aevery: were.

25^2. Aboon: hang _for_ flang.

25^3. Dickie he.