O’er expectations still.
By the Sheephurst, to Brockleyhall,
And Turnbull’s steed I steer’d;
And at each peasant’s cot did call,
That in my path appear’d:
To the Two Raws, and Butterknows,
I posted on with speed,
Where I was told some of my ewes
Cross’d Coquet at Craghead.
Resolv’d the south side first to seek,