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Upon a hill so high;

And Jock was broughten there betimes

Upon the tree to die.

They strapped him to the highest branch

Of all that goodly tree;

And there the righteous chaplain prayed

For Jock’s soul solemnlie,

Thirlwall’s Baron saw the sight,

And swore revenge to have;

For better part o’ a summer’s day

He nothing did but rave.

He sent a messenger so bold

To Will, who cried in scorn,

“Better he looks unto his nest,

I’ll burn it ere the morn!”

The Baron fled to his Castle,

And guarded it so grim,

“The fiend take Belted Will,” he cried,

“’Tis word and blow wi’ him.”

But scarcely had the midnight fell,

When spite o’ a’ his care,

Belted Will his Castle stormed,

For a’ he fought so fair.

A tar barrel and reeking peat,

They laid unto his nest,

Threw open gates and wide windows,

And the night wind did the rest.

The Baron fled from room to room,

By the flames of his own hall,

“He’s gi’en me light to go to bed,

Whatever may befall.”

He rushed into his inner room,

Where his golden table lay;

The Devil in likeness o’ a Dwarf