On Goswick’s haunted links,
The red fire shoots by Ladythorne,
And Tam wi’ the Lanthorne falls and sinks.
On Kyloe’s hills there’s awful sounds,
But they frighted not Cochrane’s Grizzy!
The moon beams shot from the troubled sky,
In glints of flickering light,
The horseman came skelping thro’ the mire,
For his mind was in affright:
His pistol cocked he held in his hand,