(Sir Cawline.)
It was a sad and rainy night,
As ever rained from town to town.
(Clerk Saunders.)
But't was wind and weet and fire and sleet
When we came to the castle wa.
(Kinmont Willie.)
O, he has ridden o'er field and fell
Through ruins and moss and many a mire,
He spurs a steed that was sair to ride,