Never a wight in Cumbernauld
Could beat him at the span.
But Thirlwall’s Baron heeded not
The word o’ Belted Will,
Who dwells within the dark Naworth,
The Border March to still;
He can rule all the Border round,
Wi’ a peeled willow-wand;
But Thirlwall’s Baron gecks at him,
And all the laws o’ the land.