For fear with cannon it should be broke
They built it up with stones within,
And swore the de’il should not come in;
Unless that he got wings to fly,
And all by oaths would do or die.
This being done, Charles and his men
For Scotland marched back again,
By the Langtown on Esk’s side,
The water swoln, not by the tide,
But a mighty current from the hills