THE GALLOWAY RAID
The reavers of Eskdale were mounted for weir,
And Annandale moss-troopers grasped the spear;
And the blades that they bore in the sun glittered bright;
And breast-plate and helmet reflected the light.
They spurred the fleet charger thro’ bog and thro’ brake;
To the yell of their slogan the echoes awake;
The Johnstones and Jardines cry, “Lads, we’ll away,
And we’ll foray the pastures of Fair Galloway!”