But the sient a fear had Grizzy!
As he came fornents the Fenwicke woods,
From the whin-bushes shot out a flame;
His dappled filly reared up in affright,
And backward over he came;
There’s a hand on his craig, and a foot on his mouth,
’Twas Cochrane’s Bonny Grizzy!
“I will not take thy life,” she said,
“But give me thy London news;
No blood of thine shall syle my blad,