‘I’ll pay you for my lodging-maill
When first we meet on the border-side.’
39.
Then shoulder high, with shout and cry,
We bore him down the ladder lang;
At every stride Red Rowan made,
I wot the Kinmont’s airns play’d clang.
40.
‘O mony a time,’ quo’ Kinmont Willie,
‘I have ridden horse baith wild and wood;