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!”