He north in pursuit on’t took chase,
And like a dub-skelper he trotted,
To many strange village and place;
All Rothbury forest he ranged,
From corner to corner like mad,
And still he admired and stranged,
What vengeance was gone with his pad.
He circled about like a ring-worm,
And follow’d the scent of his nose,
And from Heslyhurst unto Brinkburn,