But he was hail and het as fyre:
But zit for all his cracking crouse,
He rewd the raid of the Reid Squyre.
To deil with proud men is but pain,
For ether ze maun ficht or flie,
Or els nae answer mack again,
But play the beist, and let him be.
It was nae wondir tho’ he was hie,
Had Tyndall, Redsdaile at his hand,
With Cucksdaile, Gladsdaile on the lie,