"Where be ye gaun, ye marshal-men?"
Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell me true!
"We go to catch a rank reiver,
Has broken faith wi' the bauld Buccleuch.'
(splent, armour. spauld, shoulder.)
"Where are ye gaun, ye mason lads,
Wi' a' your ladders lang and high?"
"We gang to herry a corbie's nest,
That wons not far frae Woodhouselee."
"Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?"