To seek Cousen Taffie whatever betide;
Her own Sisters Son, whom her loved so dear,
Her had not beheld him this many long year:
Betimes in the morning stout Shonny arose,
And then on the Journey with Courage her goes,
A Cossit[163] of Gray was the best of her Close,
Her Boots they were out at the heels and the toes.
A Sword by her side, and with Bob the Gray Mare,
Her rid on the Road like a Champion so rare;