But Crosier says he’ll do waur than that,
He’ll make the tower o’ Troughend fa’.
5.
And Crosier says he will do waur,
He will do waur if waur can be;
He’ll make the bairns a’ fatherless;
And then the land it may lie lee.
6.
‘To the hunting, ho!’ cried Parcy Reed,
‘The morning sun is on the dew;