Stands trembling at yon tree?’
11
‘Ride on, ride on, ye rank rider,
Your steed’s baith stout and strang;
For out o the ewe-bught I winna come,
For fear that ye do me wrang.
12
‘For well ken I by your high-colld hat,
And by your gay gowd ring,
That ye are the Earl o Rock-rivers,