The horse Fair Annet rade upon,
He amblit like the wind;
Wi’ siller he was shod before,
Wi’ burning gowd behind.
17.
17.3 ‘yae tift,’ [at] every puff.
Four and twanty siller bells
Wer a’ tyed till his mane,
And yae tift o’ the norland wind,
They tinkled ane by ane.