Or mount and fly wi' me."
What gars Caerlaverock yeomen ride
Sae fast in belt an' steel?
What gars the Jardine mount his steed,
And scour owre muir and dale?
Why seek they up by Liddel ford,
An down by Tarras linn?
The heiress o' the lands o' Nith,
Is lost to a' her kin.
Oh, lang, lang may her mother greet,