The King’s his mortal enemie;
And now he is coming to Ettrick Forest,
And landless men ye a’ will be.”
“And, by my troth,” James Murray said,
“Wi’ that Outlaw will I live and dee;
The King has gifted my lands lang syne,—
It cannot be nae warse wi’ me.”
PART IV
The King was coming thro’ Caddon Ford,
And full five thousand men was he;