And mony a mair that the deil may knaw.
The auld man went down, but Nicol, his son,
Ran away afore the fight was begun;
And he run, and he run,
And afore they were done,
There was many a Featherston gat sic a stun,
As never was seen since the world begun.
I canna’ tell a’, I canna’ tell a’;
Some gat a skelp, and some gat a claw;
But they gard the Featherstons haud their jaw,—