The Baron o’ Thirlwall looked abroad,
From out his strong Castle,
And he saw three men come posting on,
Out o’er the fern and fell.
“I wad,” said he, “they run a race,
A thousand merks I lay
Upon the wight in the red jerkin,
He wins the race this day.”
The three men burst in on his room,
“My Lord,” then each one said,