The surgeon-lad reply’d again,
She’s nouther pin’d nor lien.
After 30:
The third Scotts kirk that they cam to,
Sae loud they blew the horn,
An a’ the lads on yon water
Was warnd afore the morn.
After 31:
‘Set down, set down the bier,’ he said,
‘These comely corps I’ll see;’