His neck in twa I wat they hae wrung, Wi' hand or foot he ne'er play'd paw; His life and his keys at ance they hae ta'en, And cast his body ahint the wa'. Now soon they reach Newcastle jail, Jock answers thus, wi' dolefu' tone : Then up and spake the good laird's Jock, Ne'er fear ye now, my billie, quo' he; For here's the laird's Jock, the laird's Wat, And Hobie Noble, come to set thee free. O! haud thy tongue, and speak nae mair, Full fifteen stane o' Spanish iron Fear ye no that, quo' the laird's Jock, A faint heart ne'er wan a fair ladie; Work thou within, we'll work without, And I'll be bound we set thee free. The first strong door that they came at, The next chain'd door that they came at, The pris'ner now, upo' his back, The laird's Jock's gotten up fu' hie; And down the stair, him irons and a', Wi' nae sma speed and joy brings he. Now Jock, I wat, quo' Hobie Noble, Sae out at the gates they a' are gane,- Oh! Jock, sae winsomelie 's ye ride, The night, tho' wet, they didna mind, Until they came to Cholerford brae, Where the water ran like mountains hie. But when they came to Cholerford I wat weel no, quo' the good old man,- And I ne'er yet saw the Tyne sae big, Nor rinning ance sae like a sea. Then up and spake the laird's saft Wat, Poor faint-hearted thief, quo' the laird's Jock, Lift ye the pris'ner on ahint me. Sae now the water they a' ha'e ta'en, By anes and twas they a' swam through; Here are we a' safe, says the laird's Jock; And poor faint Wat, what think ye now? They scarce the ither side had won, When twenty men they saw pursue; But when the land-sergeant the water saw, I wat weel no, cry'd the laird's Jock, I'll keep them a'-shoon to my mare they'll be; My good grey mare,-for I am sure She's bought them a' fu' dear frae thee. Sae now they're away for Liddisdale, Now Jock, my billie, quo' a' the three, |