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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344254" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hobbie Noble</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Foul fa' the breast first treason bred in!<br>That Liddesdale may safely say:<br>For in it there was baith meat and drink,<br>And corn unto our geldings gay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We were stout-hearted men and true,<br>As England it did often say;<br>But now we may turn our backs and fly,<br>Since brave Noble is seld away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Hobie he was an English man,<br>And born into Bewcastle dale;<br>But his misdeeds they were sae great,<br>They banish'd him to Liddisdale.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Kershope foot the tryst was set,<br>Kershope of the lilye lee;<br>And there was traitour Sim o' the Mains,<br>With him a private companie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Hobie has graith'd his body weel,<br>I wat it was wi' baith good iron and steel;<br>And he has pull'd out his fringed grey,<br>And there, brave Noble, he rade him weel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Hobie is down the water gane,<br>E'en as fast as he may drie;<br>Tho' they shoud a' brusten and broken their hearts,<br>Frae that tryst Noble he would na be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Weel may ye be, my feiries five!<br>And aye, what is your wills wi' me?'<br>Then they cry'd a' wi' ae consent,<br>'Thou'rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wilt thou with us in England ride,<br>And thy safe warrand we will be?<br>If we get a horse worth a hundred punds,<br>Upon his back that thou shalt be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I dare not with you into England ride;<br>The Land-sergeant has me at feid:<br>I know not what evil may betide,<br>For Peter of Whitfield, his brother, is dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And Anton Shiel he loves not me,<br>For I gat twa drifts o his sheep;<br>The great Earl of Whitfield loves me not,<br>For nae gear frae me he e'er could keep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But will ye stay till the day gae down,<br>Until the night come o'er the grund,<br>And I'll be a guide worth ony twa,<br>That may in Liddesdale be fund?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tho' dark the night as pitch and tar,<br>I'll guide ye o'er yon hills fu' hie;<br>And bring ye a' in safety back,<br>If ye'll be true and follow me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's guided them o'er moss and muir,<br>O'er hill and houp, and mony a down;<br>Til they came to the Foulbogshiel,<br>And there, brave Noble, he lighted down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But word is gane to the Land-sergeant,<br>In Askirton where that he lay--<br>'The deer that ye hae hunted lang,<br>Is seen into the Waste this day.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Then Hobbie Noble is that deer!<br>I wat he carries the style fu' hie;<br>Aft has he beat your slough-hounds back,<br>And set yourselves at little lee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gar warn the bows of Hartlie-burn;<br>See they shaft their arrows on the wa'!<br>Warn Willeva and Spear Edom,<br>And see the morn they meet me a'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gar meet me on the Rodric-haugh,<br>And see it be by break o' day;<br>And we will on to Conscowthart-Green,<br>For there, I think, we'll get our prey.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Hobbie Noble has dream'd a dream,<br>In the Foulbogshiel, where that he lay;<br>He thought his horse was neath him shot,<br>And he himself got hard away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cocks could crow, the day could dawn,<br>And I wot so even down fell the rain;<br>If Hobbie had no waken'd at that time,<br>In the Foulbogshiel he had been tane or slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Get up, get up, my feiries five!<br>For I wot here makes a fu' ill day;<br>Yet the warst cloak of this companie,<br>I hope, shall cross the Waste this day.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Hobie thought the gates were clear;<br>But, ever alas! it was not sae:<br>They were beset wi' cruel men and keen,<br>That away brave Hobbie could not gae.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet follow me, my feiries five,<br>And see of me ye keep good ray;<br>And the worst cloak o' this companie<br>I hope shall cross the Waste this day.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was heaps of men now Hobbie before,<br>And other heaps was him behind,<br>That had he wight as Wallace was,<br>Away brave Noble he could not win.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Hobie he had but a laddies sword;<br>But he did more than a laddies deed;<br>In the midst of Conscouthart-Green,<br>He brake it oer Jersawigham's head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now they have tane brave Hobie Noble,<br>Wi' his ain bowstring they band him sae;<br>And I wat heart was ne'er sae sair,<br>As when his ain five band him on the brae.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They have tane him on for West Carlisle;<br>They ask'd him if he knew the why?<br>Whate'er he thought, yet little he said;<br>He knew the way as well as they.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They hae ta'en him up the Ricker gate;<br>The wives they cast their windows wide;<br>And every wife to anither can say,<br>'That's the man loos'd Jock o' the Side!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Fye on ye, women! why ca' ye me man?<br>For it's nae man that I'm used like;<br>I am but like a forfoughen hound,<br>Has been fighting in a dirty syke.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they hae tane him up thro' Carlisle town,<br>And set him by the chimney fire;<br>They gave brave Noble a wheat loaf to eat,<br>And that was little his desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they gave him a wheat loaf to eat,<br>And after that a can o beer;<br>Then they cried a' with ae consent,<br>'Eat, brave Noble, and make gude cheer!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Confess my lord's horse, Hobie,' they said,<br>'And the morn in Carlisle thou's no die;'<br>'How shall I confess them,' Hobie says,<br>'For I never saw them with mine eye?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Hobie has sworn a fu' great aith,<br>By the day that he was gotten and born,<br>He never had ony thing o' my lord's,<br>That either eat him grass or corn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now fare thee weel, sweet Mangerton!<br>For I think again I'll ne'er thee see:<br>I wad betray nae lad alive,<br>For a' the goud in Christentie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And fare thee weel, sweet Liddesdale!<br>Baith the hie land and the law;<br>Keep ye weel frae traitor Mains!<br>For goud and gear he'll sell ye a'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet wad I rather be ca'd Hobie Noble,<br>In Carlisle where he suffers for his faut,<br>Before I'd be ca'd traitor Mains,<br>That eats and drinks of the meal and maut.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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That Liddesdale may safely say:
For in it there was baith meat and drink,
And corn unto our geldings gay.

We were stout-hearted men and true,
As England it did often say;
But now we may turn our backs an..."></div>
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