Quo' fause Sakelde; "Come tell to me!"
Now Dicky of Dry hope led that band,
And the never a word of lear had he.
"Why trespass ye on the English side?
Row-footed outlaws, stand!" quo' he;
Then never a word had Dicky to say,
Sae he thrust the lance through his fause body.
Then on we held for Carlisle toun,
And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we cross'd;
The water was great and mickle of spate,