And there they thought tul a’ had their prey;
But they were ’spy’d coming over the Dry-rig,
Soon upon Saint Nicholas’ Day.
Then in at Rookhope-head they came,
They ran the forest but a mile;
They gather’d together in four hours
Six hundred sheep within a while.
And horses I trow they gat,
But either ane or twa,
And they gat them all but ane