Was brought down to the ground, man;
His horse being shot, it was his lot,
For to get many a wound, man;
Lieutenant Smith, of Irish birth,
Frae whom he called for aid, man,
Being full of dread, lap owre his head,
And wadna be gainsaid, man.
“He made sic haste, sae spurred his beast,
’Twas little there he saw, man;
To Berwick rade, and safely said,