The other o' needle-work."
The horse fair Annet rade upon,
He amblit like the wind;
Wi' siller he was shod before,
Wi' burning gowd behind.
Four and twanty siller bells
Were a' tied till his mane,
And yae tift o' the norland wind,
They tinkled ane by ane.
sheen, shoes. tift, puff.