And three o’ them are fled.
Out spoke the twenty travellers,
“Why, Jock, how’s this of a’,
Ye bid us to a meal, good faith,
And then ye run awa’?”
Quo’ Jock, as they bound fast his arms,
And raised him from the lea,
“If I had kenned ye were Belted Will’s men,
The Devil might stopped ye for me!”