He lafft an' shooted as he flew
Until the wild woods rang;
His who-who-whoop was nivver heard
Sea lood an' clear, an' strang.
The parson he fell backwards ower
Into a bush o' whins,
An' lost his buke, an' rave his sark,
An' prickt his hans an' shins.
The clark he tried to run awa
But tumm'ld ower his stick,