Classic Poem

Peeter a Whifeild he hath slaine,
And Iohn a Side, he is tane,
And Iohn is bound both hand and foute,
And to the New-castle he is gone.

But tydinges came to the Sybill o the Side,
By the water-side as shee rann;
Shee tooke her kirtle by the hem,
And fast shee runn to Mangerton.

. . . . . .
The lord was sett downe at his meate;
When these tydings shee did him tell,
Neu er a morsell might he eate.

But lords, the wrunge their fingars white,
Ladyes did pull themselues by the haire,
Crying, Alas and weladay!
For Iohn o the Side wee shall neu er see more.

" But wee 'le goe sell our droues of kine,
And after them our oxen sell,
And after them our troopes of sheepe,
But wee will loose him out of the New Castell."

But then bespake him Hobby Noble,
And spoke these words wonderous hye;
Sayes, Giue me fiue men to my selfe,
And I 'le feitch Iohn o the Side to thee.

" Yea, thou 'st haue fiue, Hobby Noble,
Of the best tha t are in this countrye;
I 'le giue thee fiue thousand, Hobby Noble,
Tha t walke in Tyuidale trulye."

" Nay, I 'le haue but fine," saies Hobby Noble,
" Tha t shall walke away w i th mee;
Wee will ryde like noe men of warr;
But like poore badgers wee wilbe."

They stuffet vp all their baggs w i th straw,
And their steeds barefoot must bee;
" Come on, my bretheren," sayes Hobby Noble,
" Come on yo u r wayes, and goe w i th mee."

And when they came to Culerton ford,
The water was vp, they cold it not goe;
And then they were ware of a good old man,
How his boy and hee were at the plowe.

" But stand you still," sayes Hobby Noble,
" Stand you still heere at this shore,
And I will ryde to yonder old man,
And see w[h]ere the gate it lyes ore.

" But Christ you saue, father!" q uo th hee,
" Crist both you saue and see!
Where is the way ou er this fford?
For Christ's sake tell itt mee!"

" But I haue dwelled heere three score yeere,
Soe haue I done three score and three;
I neu er sawe man nor horsse goe ore,
Except itt were a horse of tree."

" But fare thou well, thou good old man!
The devill in hell I leave w i th thee,
Noe better comfort heere this night
Thow giues my bretheren heere and me."

But when he came to his brether againe,
And told this tydings full of woe,
And then they found a well good gate
They might ryde ore by two and two.

And when they were come ou er the fforde,
All safe gotten att the last,
" Thankes he to God!" sayes Hobby Nobble,
" The worst of our perill is past."

And then they came into Howbrame wood,
And there then they found a tree,
And cutt itt downe then by the roote;
The lenght was thirty ffoote and three.

And four of them did take the planke,
As light as it had beene a fflee,
And carryed itt to the New Castle,
Where as Iohn a Side did lye.

And some did climbe vp by the walls,
And some did climbe vp by the tree,
Vntill they came vpp to the top of the castle,
Where Iohn made his moane trulye.

He sayd, God be w i th thee, Sybill o the Side!
My owne mother thou art, q uo th hee;
If thou knew this night I were here,
A woe woman then woldest thou bee.

And fare you well, Lo rd Mangerton!
And eu er I say God be w i th thee!
For if you knew this night I were heere,
You wold sell your land for to loose mee.

And fare thou well, Much, Millers sonne!
Much, Millars sonne, I say;
Thou has beene better att merke midnight
Then eu er thou was att noone o the day.

And fare thou well, my good Lord Clough!
Thou art thy ffathers sonne and heire;
Thou neu er saw him in all thy liffe
But w i th him durst thou breake a speare.

Wee are brothers childer nine or ten,
And sisters children ten or eleven.
We neu er came to the feild to fight,
But the worst of us was counted a man.

But then bespake him Hoby Noble,
And spake these words vnto him;
Saies, Sleepest thou, wakest thou, Iohn o the Side,
Or art thou this castle w i thin?

" But who is there," q uo th Iohn oth Side,
" Tha t knowes my name soe right and free?"
" I am a bastard-brother of thine;
This night I am comen for to loose thee."

" Now nay, now nay," q uo th Iohn o the Side;
" Itt ffeares me sore tha t will not bee;
Ffor a pecke of gold and silver," Iohn sayd,
" In faith this night will not loose mee."

But then bespake him Hobby Noble,
And till his brother thus sayd hee;
Sayes, Four shall take this matter in hand,
And two shall tent our geldings ffree.

Four did breake one dore w i thout,
Then Iohn brake fiue himsell;
But when they came to the iron dore,
It smote twelue vpon the bell.

" Itt ffeares me sore," sayd Much, the Miller,
" Tha t heere taken wee all shalbee;"
" But goe away, bretheren," sayd Iohn a Side,
" For eu er alas! this will not bee."

" But ffye vpon thee!" sayd Hobby Noble;
" Much, the Miller, fye vpon thee!
It sore feares me," said Hobby Noble,
" Man tha t thou wilt neu er bee."

But then he had Fflanders files two or three,
And hee fyled downe tha t iron dore,
And tooke Iohn out of the New Castle,
And sayd, Looke thou neu er come heere more!

When he had him fforth of the New Castle,
" Away w i th me, Iohn, thou shalt ryde:"
But eu er alas! itt cold not bee;
For Iohn cold neither sitt nor stryde.

But then he had sheets two or three,
And bound Iohns boults fast to his ffeete,
And sett him on a well good steede,
Himselfe on another by him seete.

Then Hobby Noble smiled and loug[h]e,
And spoke these worde in mickle pryde:
Thou sitts soe finely on thy geldinge
Tha t, Iohn, thou rydes like a bryde.

And when they came thorrow Howbrame towne,
Iohns horsse there stumbled at a stone;
" Out and alas!" cryed Much, the Miller,
" Iohn, thou 'le make vs all be tane."

" But fye vpon thee!" saies Hobby Noble,
" Much, the Millar, fye on thee!
I know full well," sayes Hobby Noble,
" Man tha t thou wilt neu er bee."

And when the came into Howbrame wood,
He had Fflanders files two or three
To file Iohns bolts beside his ffeete,
Tha t hee might ryde more easilye.

Sayes, " Iohn, now leape ou er a steede!"
And Iohn then hee lope ou er fiue:
" I know well," sayes Hobby Noble,
" Iohn, thy ffellow is not aliue."

Then he brought him home to Mangerton;
The lo rd then he was att his meate;
But when Iohn o the Side be there did see,
For faine hee cold noe more eate.

He sayes, Blest be thou, Hobby Noble,
Tha t euer thou wast man borne!
Thou hast feitched vs home good Iohn oth Side,
Tha t was now cleane ffrom vs gone.