And we ourselves thirteen will be,
And we’ill away to Dumfries town,
And borrow bony billie Archie.’
6
There was horsing, horsing in haste,
And there was marching upon the lee,
Untill they came to the Murraywhat,
And they lighted a’ right speedylie.
7
‘A smith, a smith!’ Dickie he crys,