And Scott well kenned his mortal foe,
Pursued him o’er the fell.
Sir Gideon was a doure fierce man,
A terror to a foe;
He had a wife and daughters three,
Well dowered they were I trow.
He let young Harden steal his cows,
And, oh! his arm was slack;
But the grim old Knight was looking on
Wi’ fifty men at his back.