And calleth to his men,
“Yonder she comes, this wierdly Witch,
This spirit of the glen!
“Come, rank your master up behind,
This serpent to belay;
I’ll let you hear me put her down,
In grand polemic way.”
Swift came the maid o’er strath and stron—
Nae dantonit dame was she,—
Until the King her path withstood