"I never yet lodged in a hostelry,
But I paid my lawing before I gaed."
Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper,
In Branksome Ha' where that he lay,
That Lord Scroope has ta'en the Kinmont Willy,
Between the hours of night and day.
He has ta'en the table wi' his hand,
He gar'd the red wine spring on high—
"Now Christ's curse on my head," he said,
"But avenged of Lord Scroope I'll be!