He coost a wap on Wanton’s nose,
And tyed her to his ain mear’s tail.
10
He ca’d her through at the bye-yett,
Through mony a syre and mony a hole;
She never loot Wanton licht till she
Was at Lochmaben, at her foal.
11
And she came oer Lochmaben heights,
Wi mony a nicker and mony a sneeze,