But a rougher beast than Red Rowan
I ween my legs have ne’er bestrode.
41.
‘And mony a time,’ quo’ Kinmont Willie,
‘I’ve pricked a horse out oure the furs;
But since the day I backed a steed,
I never wore sic cumbrous spurs.’
42.
We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank,
When a’ the Carlisle bells were rung,