And never spur sall make you wearie.’
7
The grey was a mare, and a right good mare,
But when she wan the Annan water
She couldna hae ridden a furlong mair
Had a thousand merks been wadded at her.
8
‘O boatman, boatman, put off your boat!
Put off your boat for gowden money!
I cross the drumly stream the night,