“I have thee now like a thief in a mill,”
Sir Gideon o’ Elibank said;
He gave the word to loose the hounds;
And the hot pursuit he led.
“Young Scott, yield quietly to me,”
Sir Gideon loudly cried,
“Or a thief’s death shall ye die,
If ye the onset bide.
“Ye’ve driven off my cows and sheep,