He has ta'en the watchman by the throat,
He flung him down upon the lead—
Had there not been peace between our lands,
Upon the other side thou hadst gaed!
"Now sound out, trumpets!" quo' Buccleuch;
"Let's waken Lord Scroope right merrilie!"
Then loud the warden's trumpet blew—
"O wha dare meddle wi' me?"
Then speedilie to work we gaed,
And raised the slogan ane and a',