Nae answer fits their dread.
‘Stand back, my sons! I’ll be your guide!’
But by they passed wi’ speed.
‘As fast I have sped ower Scotland’s faes.’
There ceased his brag of weir,
Sair shamed to mind oucht but his dame
And maiden Fairly fair.
Black fear he felt, but what to fear
He wist not yet with dread:
Sair shook his body, sair his limbs;