Jock O The Side Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Child Part VI pA
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Now Liddisdale has ridden a raidB
But I wat they had better staid at hameC
For Mitchell o Winfield he is deadD
And my son Johnie is prisner taneE
With my fa ding diddle la la dew diddleF
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For Mangerton house auld Downie is ganeE
Her coats she has kilted up to her kneeE
And down the water wi speed she rinsG
While tears in spaits fa fast frae her eieH
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Then up and bespake the lord MangertonE
What news what news sister Downie to meE
Bad news bad news my lord MangertonE
Mitchel is killd and tane they hae my son JohnieE
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Neer fear sister Downie quo MangertonE
I hae yokes of oxen four and twentieD
My barns my byres and my faulds a' weel filldD
And I'll part wi them a' ere Johnie shall dieD
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Three men I'll take to set him freeE
Weel harnessd a' wi best of steelF
The English rogues may hear and drieE
The weight o their braid swords to feelF
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The Laird's Jock ane the Laird's Wat twaI
O Hobie Noble thou ane maun beE
Thy coat is blue thou has been trueE
Since England banishd thee to meE
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Now Hobie was an English manE
In Bewcastle dale was bred and bornE
But his misdeeds they were sae greatD
They banished him neer to returnE
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Lord Mangerton then orders gaveJ
Your horses the wrang way maun a' be shodD
Like gentlemen ye must not seemC
But look like corn caugers gawn ae roadD
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Your armour gude ye maunna shawK
Nor ance appear like men o weirE
As country lads be all arraydD
Wi branks and brecham on ilk mareE
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Sae now a' their horses are shod the wrang wayI
And Hobie has mounted his grey sae fineE
Jock his lively bay Wat's on his white horse behindD
And on they rode for the water o TyneE
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At the Cholerford they a' light downE
And there wi the help o the light o the moonE
A tree they cut wi fifteen naggs upon each sideD
To climb up the wall of Newcastle tounE
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But when they came to Newcastle tounE
And were alighted at the waI
They fand their tree three ells oer laighJ
They fand their stick baith short aid smaC
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Then up and spake the Laird's ain JockL
There's naething for't the gates we maun forceG
But when they cam the gate untoD
A proud porter withstood baith men and horseG
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His neck in twa I wat they hae wrungM
Wi foot or hand he neer play'd pawK
His life and his keys at anes they hae taenE
And cast his body ahind the waI
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Now soon they reached Newcastle jailF
And to the prisner thus they callF
Sleips thou wakes thou Jock o the SideD
Or is thou wearied o thy thrallF
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Jock answers thus wi dolefu toneE
Aft aft I wake I seldom sleipK
But wha's this kens my name sae weelF
And thus to hear my waes does seekN
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Then up and spake the good Laird's JockL
Neer fear ye now my billie quo heE
For here's the Laird's Jock the Laird's WatD
And Hobie Noble come to set thee freeE
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Oh had thy tongue and speak nae mairE
And o thy talk now let me beE
For if a' Liddesdale were here the nightD
The morn's the day that I maun dieD
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Full fifteen stane o Spanish ironE
They hae laid a' right sair on meE
Wi locks and keys I am fast boundD
Into this dungeon mirk and drearieE
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Fear ye no that quo the Laird's JockL
A faint heart neer wan a fair ladieD
Work thou within we'll work withoutD
And I'll be sworn we set thee freeE
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The first strong dore that they came atD
They loosed it without a keyE
The next chaind dore that they cam atD
They gard it a' in flinders fleeE
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The prisner now upo his backO
The Laird's Jock's gotten up fu hieE
And down the stair him irons and a'P
Wi nae sma speed and joy brings heE
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Now Jock I wat quo Hobie NobleF
Part o the weight ye may lay on meE
I wat weel no quo the Laird's JockL
I count him lighter than a fleeE
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Sae out at the gates they a' are ganeE
The prisner's set on horseback hieE
And now wi speed they've tane the gateD
While ilk ane jokes fu wantonlieE
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O Jock sae winsomely's ye rideD
Wi baith your feet upo ae sideD
Sae weel's ye're harnessd and sae trigQ
In troth ye sit like ony brideD
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The night tho wat they didna mindD
But hied them on fu mirrilieE
Until they cam to Cholerford braeE
Where the water ran like mountains hieE
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But when they came to CholerfordD
There they met with an auld manE
Says Honest man will the water rideD
Tell us in haste if that ye canE
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I wat weel no quo the good auld manE
Here I hae livd this threty yeirs and threeE
And I neer yet saw the Tyne sae bigQ
Nor rinning ance sae like a seaE
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Then up and spake the Laird's saft WatD
The greatest coward in the companyE
Now halt now halt we needna try'tE
The day is comd we a' maun dieD
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Poor faint hearted thief quo the Laird's JockL
There'll nae man die but he that's fieJ
I'll lead ye a' right safely throughE
Lift ye the prisner on ahint meE
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Sae now the water they a' hae taneE
By anes and 'twas they a' swam throughE
Here are we a' safe says the Laird's JockL
And poor faint Wat what think ye nowE
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They scarce the ither side had wonE
When twenty men they saw pursueE
Frae Newcastle town they had been sentD
A' English lads right good and trueE
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But when the land sergeant the water sawK
It winna ride my lads quo heE
Then out he cries Ye the prisner may takeR
But leave the irons I pray to meE
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I wat weel no cryd the Laird's JockL
I'll keep them a' shoon to my mare they'll beE
My good grey mare for I am sureE
She's bought them a' fu dear frae theeE
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Sae now they're away for LiddisdaleE
Een as fast as they coud them hieE
The prisner's brought to his ain firesideD
And there o's airns they make him freeE
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Now Jock my billie quo a' the threeE
The day was comd thou was to dieD
But thou's as weel at thy ain firesideD
Now sitting I think 'tween thee and meE
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They hae gard fill up ae punch bowlE
And after it they maun hae anitherE
And thus the night they a' hae spentD
Just as they had been brither and britherE

Andrew Lang



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