And O! he be a poor man,
And no hae muny claes,
Te brogues be worn aff his feet,
And me see a’ his taes.[43]
Te horse had up his muckle fit
For to gie me a shap,
And gaping wi’ his great mouth
To grip me by the tap.
He had a staff into his hand,
To fight me an’ he coud,