‘And thocht it be, I cownt him bot full lycht;
‘Quha bidis her, ilk gentill man sall be knycht:330
‘I think to deill thair landis haill to morn
‘To yow about, that ar off Ingland born.’
The Sotheron drew to thar lugyng but mar;
Four thousand haill that nycht was in till Ayr.
In gret bernyss, biggyt with out the toun,335
The justice lay, with mony bald barroun.
Than he gert cry about thai waynys wide,
Na Scottis born amang thaim thar suld bid.