189HOBIE NOBLE

a.Caw’s Poetical Museum, p. 193.b.‘Hobie Noble,’ Percy Papers.

a.Caw’s Poetical Museum, p. 193.

b.‘Hobie Noble,’ Percy Papers.

Scott’s Minstrelsy, I, 164, 1802, II, 90, 1833. The source is not mentioned, but was undoubtedly Caw’s Museum, though there are variations of text, attributable to the editor. A copy in the Campbell MSS, I, 230, is again from the Museum, with several corrections, two of which are also found in Scott. Caw received the ballad, says Sir Walter, from John Elliot of Reidheugh.bseems to have been sent Percy (with ‘Dick o the Cow’) by Roger Halt, in 1775.

Hobie Noble, though banished from Bewcastle for his irregularities, will always command the hearty liking of those who live too late to suffer from them, on account of his gallant bearing in the rescue of Jock o the Side. See especially No 187,A, of which Hobie is the hero. All that we know of him is so much as we are told in that ballad and in this. He attached himself, after his expulsion from England, to the laird of Mangerton, who gives him the praise ‘Thy coat is blue, thou has been true.’

Sim o the Mains, an Armstrong of the Whithaugh branch (the most important after that of Mangerton), undertakes to betray Hobie to the English land-sergeant. A tryst is set at Kershope-foot, the junction of that stream with the Liddel; and Hobie, who lives a little way up the Liddel, rides eagerly down the water to keep it. He meets five men, who ask him to join them in a raid into England. Hobie dares not go by day; the land-sergeant is at feud with him on account of a brother’s death, in which Hobie must have had a hand, and ‘the great earl of Whitfield’ has suffered from his depredations;[1]but he will be their guide if they will wait till night. He takes them to the Foulbogshiel, where they alight, and word is sent by Sim to the land-sergeant at Askerton, his adversary’s residence; the land-sergeant orders the men of the neighborhood to meet him at daybreak. Hobie has a bad dream, wakes his comrades in alarm, and sets out to guide them across the Waste; but the sergeant’s force come before him, and Sim behind; his sword breaks; he is bound with his own bow-string and taken to Carlisle. As he goes up the quarter called the Rickergate, the wives say one to the other, That’s the man that loosed Jock o the Side! They offer him bread and beer, and urge him to confess stealing “my lord’s” horses; he swears a great oath that he never had beast of my lord’s. He is to die the next day, and says his farewell to Mangerton; he would rather be called ‘Hobie Noble’ and be hanged in Carlisle, than be called ‘Traitor Mains’ and eat and drink.

Mr R. B. Armstrong informs me that he has found no notice of Hobie Noble except that Hobbe Noble, with eight others, “lived within the Nyxons, near to Bewcastle.”

1569. “Lancy Armistrang of Quhithauch obliged him ... for Sym Armistrang of the Mains and the rest of the Armistrangis ofhis gang. Syme of the Mains was lodged in Wester Wemys.” (Register of the Privy Council of Scotland.)

4. The Mains was a place a very little to the east of Castleton, on the opposite, or north, side of the Liddel. 13–17. Askerton is in the Waste of Bewcastle, “about seventeen miles” northeast of Carlisle. “Willeva and Spear-Edom [otherwise Spade-Adam] are small districts in Bewcastle dale, through which also the Hartlie-burn takes its course. Conscowthart-Green and Rodric-haugh and the Foulbogshiel are the names of places in the same wilds, through which the Scottish plunderers generally made their raids upon England.” (Scott.)

Sim o the Mains fled into England from the resentment of his chief, but was himself executed at Carlisle about two months after Hobie’s death. “Such is at least the tradition of Liddesdale,” says Scott. This is of course, notwithstanding the precision of the interval of two months, what Lord Bacon calls “an imagination as one would”; an appendage of a later generation, in the interest of poetical justice.

1Foul fa the breast first treason bred in!That Liddisdale may safely say,For in it there was baith meat and drink,And corn unto our geldings gay.Fala la diddle, etc.2We were stout-hearted men and true,As England it did often say;But now we may turn our backs and fly,Since brave Noble is seld away.3Now Hobie he was an English man,And born into Bewcastle dale,But his misdeeds they were sae great,They banishd him to Liddisdale.4At Kershope-foot the tryst was set,Kershope of the lily lee;And there was traitour Sim o the Mains,With him a private companie.5Then Hobie has graithd his body weel,I wat it was wi baith good iron and steel;And he has pulld out his fringed grey,And there, brave Noble, he rade him weel.6Then Hobie is down the water gane,Een as fast as he may drie;Tho they shoud a’ brusten and broken their hearts,Frae that tryst Noble he would not be.7‘Weel may ye be, my feiries five!And aye, what is your wills wi me?’Then they cryd a’ wi ae consent,Thou’rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me.8Wilt thou with us in England ride?And thy safe-warrand we will be,If we get a horse worth a hundred punds,Upon his back that thou shalt be.9‘I dare not with you into England ride,The land-sergeant has me at feid;I know not what evil may betideFor Peter of Whitfield his brother’s dead.10‘And Anton Shiel, he loves not me,For I gat twa drifts of his sheep;The great Earl of Whitfield loves me not,For nae gear frae me he eer coud keep.11‘But will ye stay till the day gae down,Until the night come oer the grund,And I’ll be a guide worth ony twaThat may in Liddisdale be fund.12‘Tho dark the night as pick and tar,I’ll guide ye oer yon hills fu hie,And bring ye a’ in safety back,If you’ll be true and follow me.’13He’s guided them oer moss and muir,Oer hill and houp, and mony ae down,Til they came to the Foulbogshiel,And there brave Noble he lighted down.14Then word is gane to the land-sergeant,In Askirton where that he lay:‘The deer that ye hae hunted langIs seen into the Waste this day.’15‘Then Hobie Noble is that deer;I wat he carries the style fu hie!Aft has he beat your slough-hounds back,And set yourselves at little ee.16‘Gar warn the bows of Hartlie-burn,See they shaft their arrows on the wa!Warn Willeva and Spear Edom,And see the morn they meet me a’.17‘Gar meet me on the Rodrie-haugh,And see it be by break o day;And we will on to Conscowthart Green,For there, I think, w’ll get our prey.’18Then Hobie Noble has dreamd a dream,In the Foulbogshiel where that he lay;He thought his horse was neath him shot,And he himself got hard away.19The cocks could crow, and the day could dawn,And I wat so even down fell the rain;If Hobie had no wakend at that time,In the Foulbogshiel he had been tane or slain.20‘Get up, get up, my feiries five—For I wat here makes a fu ill day—And the warst clock of this companieI hope shall cross the Waste this day.’21Now Hobie thought the gates were clear,But, ever alas! it was not sae;They were beset wi cruel men and keen,That away brave Noble could not gae.22‘Yet follow me, my feiries five,And see of me ye keep good ray,And the worst clock of this companieI hope shall cross the Waste this day.’23There was heaps of men now Hobie before,And other heaps was him behind,That had he been as wight as Wallace wasAway brave Noble he could not win.24Then Hobie he had but a laddies sword,But he did more than a laddies deed;In the midst of Conscouthart Green,He brake it oer Jers a Wigham’s head.25Now they have tane brave Hobie Noble,Wi his ain bowstring they band him sae;And I wat his heart was neer sae sairAs when his ain five band him on the brae.26They have tane him [on] for West Carlisle;They askd him if he knew the way;Whateer he thought, yet little he said;He knew the way as well as they.27They hae tane him up the Ricker-gate;The wives they cast their windows wide,And ilka wife to anither can say,That’s the man loosd Jock o the Side!28‘Fy on ye, women! why ca ye me man?For it’s nae man that I’m usd like;I’m but like a forfoughen hound,Has been fighting in a dirty syke.’29Then they hae tane him up thro Carlisle town,And set him by the chimney-fire;They gave brave Noble a wheat loaf to eat,And that was little his desire.30Then they gave him a wheat loaf to eatAnd after that a can o beer;Then they cried a’, wi ae consent,Eat, brave Noble, and make good cheer!31Confess my lord’s horse, Hobie, they say,And the morn in Carlisle thou’s no die;‘How shall I confess them?’ Hobie says,‘For I never saw them with mine eye.’32Then Hobie has sworn a fu great aith,By the day that he was gotten or born,He never had onything o my lord’sThat either eat him grass or corn.33‘Now fare thee weel, sweet Mangerton!For I think again I’ll neer thee see;I wad betray nae lad alive,For a’ the goud in Christentie.34‘And fare thee well now, Liddisdale,Baith the hie land and the law!Keep ye weel frae traitor Mains!For goud and gear he’ll sell ye a’.35‘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.’

1Foul fa the breast first treason bred in!That Liddisdale may safely say,For in it there was baith meat and drink,And corn unto our geldings gay.Fala la diddle, etc.

Foul fa the breast first treason bred in!

That Liddisdale may safely say,

For in it there was baith meat and drink,

And corn unto our geldings gay.

Fala la diddle, etc.

2We were stout-hearted men and true,As England it did often say;But now we may turn our backs and fly,Since brave Noble is seld away.

We were stout-hearted men and true,

As England it did often say;

But now we may turn our backs and fly,

Since brave Noble is seld away.

3Now Hobie he was an English man,And born into Bewcastle dale,But his misdeeds they were sae great,They banishd him to Liddisdale.

Now Hobie he was an English man,

And born into Bewcastle dale,

But his misdeeds they were sae great,

They banishd him to Liddisdale.

4At Kershope-foot the tryst was set,Kershope of the lily lee;And there was traitour Sim o the Mains,With him a private companie.

At Kershope-foot the tryst was set,

Kershope of the lily lee;

And there was traitour Sim o the Mains,

With him a private companie.

5Then Hobie has graithd his body weel,I wat it was wi baith good iron and steel;And he has pulld out his fringed grey,And there, brave Noble, he rade him weel.

Then Hobie has graithd his body weel,

I wat it was wi baith good iron and steel;

And he has pulld out his fringed grey,

And there, brave Noble, he rade him weel.

6Then Hobie is down the water gane,Een as fast as he may drie;Tho they shoud a’ brusten and broken their hearts,Frae that tryst Noble he would not be.

Then Hobie is down the water gane,

Een as fast as he may drie;

Tho they shoud a’ brusten and broken their hearts,

Frae that tryst Noble he would not be.

7‘Weel may ye be, my feiries five!And aye, what is your wills wi me?’Then they cryd a’ wi ae consent,Thou’rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me.

‘Weel may ye be, my feiries five!

And aye, what is your wills wi me?’

Then they cryd a’ wi ae consent,

Thou’rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me.

8Wilt thou with us in England ride?And thy safe-warrand we will be,If we get a horse worth a hundred punds,Upon his back that thou shalt be.

Wilt thou with us in England ride?

And thy safe-warrand we will be,

If we get a horse worth a hundred punds,

Upon his back that thou shalt be.

9‘I dare not with you into England ride,The land-sergeant has me at feid;I know not what evil may betideFor Peter of Whitfield his brother’s dead.

‘I dare not with you into England ride,

The land-sergeant has me at feid;

I know not what evil may betide

For Peter of Whitfield his brother’s dead.

10‘And Anton Shiel, he loves not me,For I gat twa drifts of his sheep;The great Earl of Whitfield loves me not,For nae gear frae me he eer coud keep.

‘And Anton Shiel, he loves not me,

For I gat twa drifts of his sheep;

The great Earl of Whitfield loves me not,

For nae gear frae me he eer coud keep.

11‘But will ye stay till the day gae down,Until the night come oer the grund,And I’ll be a guide worth ony twaThat may in Liddisdale be fund.

‘But will ye stay till the day gae down,

Until the night come oer the grund,

And I’ll be a guide worth ony twa

That may in Liddisdale be fund.

12‘Tho dark the night as pick and tar,I’ll guide ye oer yon hills fu hie,And bring ye a’ in safety back,If you’ll be true and follow me.’

‘Tho dark the night as pick and tar,

I’ll guide ye oer yon hills fu hie,

And bring ye a’ in safety back,

If you’ll be true and follow me.’

13He’s guided them oer moss and muir,Oer hill and houp, and mony ae down,Til they came to the Foulbogshiel,And there brave Noble he lighted down.

He’s guided them oer moss and muir,

Oer hill and houp, and mony ae down,

Til they came to the Foulbogshiel,

And there brave Noble he lighted down.

14Then word is gane to the land-sergeant,In Askirton where that he lay:‘The deer that ye hae hunted langIs seen into the Waste this day.’

Then word is gane to the land-sergeant,

In Askirton where that he lay:

‘The deer that ye hae hunted lang

Is seen into the Waste this day.’

15‘Then Hobie Noble is that deer;I wat he carries the style fu hie!Aft has he beat your slough-hounds back,And set yourselves at little ee.

‘Then Hobie Noble is that deer;

I wat he carries the style fu hie!

Aft has he beat your slough-hounds back,

And set yourselves at little ee.

16‘Gar warn the bows of Hartlie-burn,See they shaft their arrows on the wa!Warn Willeva and Spear Edom,And see the morn they meet me a’.

‘Gar warn the bows of Hartlie-burn,

See they shaft their arrows on the wa!

Warn Willeva and Spear Edom,

And see the morn they meet me a’.

17‘Gar meet me on the Rodrie-haugh,And see it be by break o day;And we will on to Conscowthart Green,For there, I think, w’ll get our prey.’

‘Gar meet me on the Rodrie-haugh,

And see it be by break o day;

And we will on to Conscowthart Green,

For there, I think, w’ll get our prey.’

18Then Hobie Noble has dreamd a dream,In the Foulbogshiel where that he lay;He thought his horse was neath him shot,And he himself got hard away.

Then Hobie Noble has dreamd a dream,

In the Foulbogshiel where that he lay;

He thought his horse was neath him shot,

And he himself got hard away.

19The cocks could crow, and the day could dawn,And I wat so even down fell the rain;If Hobie had no wakend at that time,In the Foulbogshiel he had been tane or slain.

The cocks could crow, and the day could dawn,

And I wat so even down fell the rain;

If Hobie had no wakend at that time,

In the Foulbogshiel he had been tane or slain.

20‘Get up, get up, my feiries five—For I wat here makes a fu ill day—And the warst clock of this companieI hope shall cross the Waste this day.’

‘Get up, get up, my feiries five—

For I wat here makes a fu ill day—

And the warst clock of this companie

I hope shall cross the Waste this day.’

21Now Hobie thought the gates were clear,But, ever alas! it was not sae;They were beset wi cruel men and keen,That away brave Noble could not gae.

Now Hobie thought the gates were clear,

But, ever alas! it was not sae;

They were beset wi cruel men and keen,

That away brave Noble could not gae.

22‘Yet follow me, my feiries five,And see of me ye keep good ray,And the worst clock of this companieI hope shall cross the Waste this day.’

‘Yet follow me, my feiries five,

And see of me ye keep good ray,

And the worst clock of this companie

I hope shall cross the Waste this day.’

23There was heaps of men now Hobie before,And other heaps was him behind,That had he been as wight as Wallace wasAway brave Noble he could not win.

There was heaps of men now Hobie before,

And other heaps was him behind,

That had he been as wight as Wallace was

Away brave Noble he could not win.

24Then Hobie he had but a laddies sword,But he did more than a laddies deed;In the midst of Conscouthart Green,He brake it oer Jers a Wigham’s head.

Then Hobie he had but a laddies sword,

But he did more than a laddies deed;

In the midst of Conscouthart Green,

He brake it oer Jers a Wigham’s head.

25Now they have tane brave Hobie Noble,Wi his ain bowstring they band him sae;And I wat his heart was neer sae sairAs when his ain five band him on the brae.

Now they have tane brave Hobie Noble,

Wi his ain bowstring they band him sae;

And I wat his heart was neer sae sair

As when his ain five band him on the brae.

26They have tane him [on] for West Carlisle;They askd him if he knew the way;Whateer he thought, yet little he said;He knew the way as well as they.

They have tane him [on] for West Carlisle;

They askd him if he knew the way;

Whateer he thought, yet little he said;

He knew the way as well as they.

27They hae tane him up the Ricker-gate;The wives they cast their windows wide,And ilka wife to anither can say,That’s the man loosd Jock o the Side!

They hae tane him up the Ricker-gate;

The wives they cast their windows wide,

And ilka wife to anither can say,

That’s the man loosd Jock o the Side!

28‘Fy on ye, women! why ca ye me man?For it’s nae man that I’m usd like;I’m but like a forfoughen hound,Has been fighting in a dirty syke.’

‘Fy on ye, women! why ca ye me man?

For it’s nae man that I’m usd like;

I’m but like a forfoughen hound,

Has been fighting in a dirty syke.’

29Then they hae tane him up thro Carlisle town,And set him by the chimney-fire;They gave brave Noble a wheat loaf to eat,And that was little his desire.

Then they hae tane him up thro Carlisle town,

And set him by the chimney-fire;

They gave brave Noble a wheat loaf to eat,

And that was little his desire.

30Then they gave him a wheat loaf to eatAnd after that a can o beer;Then they cried a’, wi ae consent,Eat, brave Noble, and make good cheer!

Then they gave him a wheat loaf to eat

And after that a can o beer;

Then they cried a’, wi ae consent,

Eat, brave Noble, and make good cheer!

31Confess my lord’s horse, Hobie, they say,And the morn in Carlisle thou’s no die;‘How shall I confess them?’ Hobie says,‘For I never saw them with mine eye.’

Confess my lord’s horse, Hobie, they say,

And the morn in Carlisle thou’s no die;

‘How shall I confess them?’ Hobie says,

‘For I never saw them with mine eye.’

32Then Hobie has sworn a fu great aith,By the day that he was gotten or born,He never had onything o my lord’sThat either eat him grass or corn.

Then Hobie has sworn a fu great aith,

By the day that he was gotten or born,

He never had onything o my lord’s

That either eat him grass or corn.

33‘Now fare thee weel, sweet Mangerton!For I think again I’ll neer thee see;I wad betray nae lad alive,For a’ the goud in Christentie.

‘Now fare thee weel, sweet Mangerton!

For I think again I’ll neer thee see;

I wad betray nae lad alive,

For a’ the goud in Christentie.

34‘And fare thee well now, Liddisdale,Baith the hie land and the law!Keep ye weel frae traitor Mains!For goud and gear he’ll sell ye a’.

‘And fare thee well now, Liddisdale,

Baith the hie land and the law!

Keep ye weel frae traitor Mains!

For goud and gear he’ll sell ye a’.

35‘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.’

‘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.’

94. brother is dead:cf.b.(Deadisdeath.)

102. For twa drifts of his sheep I gat:corrected in Scott and in the Campbell MS.

154. lee,blye:corrected tofeein Campbell MS.(ee==awe.)

162. shaftis corrected tosharpin Scott and the Campbell MS.

244. Jersawigham’s:cf.b.

b.There is a burden after the first, second, and fourth line, variously given; as,Fa (La, Ta) la didle, Ta la la didle,etc., after the first and second;Fala didle, lal didle, Tal didle, tal diddle,after the fourth.

21,2wanting.

23,4.15,6in the MS.

23. flee.

24. he is.

31. ThenforNow.

52. both with.

53. out a.

63. If they should all have bursen.

64. From.

74. herewanting.

81. Will.

82. we shall.

83. pound.

84. shall.

91. in.

94. brother’s dead (death).

102. For twa drifts of his sheep I gott.

103. not me.

104. me that he can keep.

113. worth other three.

114wanting.

121,2written as 114: The pick and tar was never so dark but I’le guide you over yon hillies high.

123,4wanting.

151. he was that.

153. slooth.

154. little lye.

162. shaft.

163. Gar warn.

171. me the morn.

172. see that it be by the.

173. Corscowthart.

174. ow?

183. beneath.

191. cra: da.

193. not.

194. either tane.

211. But H.: gates they had been.

213. set.

214. Noble he.

231. lumpsforheaps (heapsin 232).

243. Corscothart.

244. Jers a wighams.

251. They have tane now H. N.

252. bow-strings.

253. his heart was never so wae.

261. on for.

272. cuist.

273. Then every.

274. John of.

283. for fouchald.

293. bravewanting: for to.

301.wanting.

323. had nothing.

331. nowforsweet.

334. Crisenty.

343. And keep.

351. cald now.

354. That eat and drank him a of.

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