Arayit he was in Andersonnis weid,
And bad haiff in. The portar com gud speid;
“This hour,” he said, “thow mycht haiff beyn away;
“Wntymys thow art, for it is scantly day.”1630
The yet yeid wp, Dicson gat in but mar;
A thourtour bande, that all the drawcht wpbar,
He cuttyt it; to ground the slyp can ga,
Cumryt the yet, stekyng thai mycht nocht ma.
The portar son he hynt in to that stryff,1635
Twyss throuch the hede he stekit him with a knyff.