But if they be reavers, we’ll gar them be taen.’
3
‘It is na gentlemen, nor yet pretty lads,
But a curn hir’d widdifus, wears belted plaids.’
4
She called on her women and bade them come in:
‘Tack a’ yer rocks, lasses, and we’ll them coman.
5
‘We’ll fecht them, we’ll slight them, we’ll do what we can,
And I vow we will shoot them altho we shod bang.