16
The goodman ran butt, the goodwife ran ben,
They put the house in such a fever!
Five of them he sticket where they stood,
And other five he smoddered in the gitter.
17
Five of them he folowd to the merry greenwood,
And these five he hangt on a grain,
And gin the morn at ten o’clock
He was wi his mirry men at Lochmaben.