Row-footed outlaws, stand!’ quo’ he;
The neer a word had Dickie to say,
Sae he thrust the lance thro’ his fause bodie.
26.
26.3 ‘spait,’ flood.
Then on we held for Carlisle toun,
And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we cross’d;
The water was great, and meikle of spait,
But the nevir a horse nor man we lost.
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