Than on his lip to lay.
THE TRAP O’ BELTED WILL
Jock o’ the Sheugh tirled at the string,
Of the Baron of Thirlwall’s yett;
“Up, up, and rise, my noble Lord,
Some plunder for to get.
“There are a swatch o’ Englishers
Coming from Carlysle town,
Well laden wi’ the yellow gold,