“We’ll give ye that,” said one o’ them,
“Ye’ll no forget, I wiss,
This many a day, good Jock o’ the Sheugh,
And that my billie’s this!”
They threw the cloaks from off their hides,
And back and breastplate shone;
They grippit their swords, the first blow struck
Was echoed with a groan.
Good faith! but Jock had found his match,
For the Southrons hacked about;