And when we left the Staneshaw-bank,
The wind began fu’ loud to blaw;
But ’twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,
When we came beneath the castle wa’.
XXIX
We crept on knees, and held our breath,
Till we placed the ladders against the wa’;
And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell
To mount the first before us a’.
XXX
He has ta’en the watchman by the throat,
He flung him down upon the lead—
‘Had there not been peace between our lands,
Upon the other side thou hadst gaed!—
XXXI
‘Now sound out, trumpets!’ quo’ Buccleuch;
‘Let’s waken Lord Scroope right merrilie!’
Then loud the Warden’s trumpet blew—
O wha dare meddle wi’ me?
XXXII
Then speedilie to wark we gaed,
And raised the slogan ane and a’,
And cut a hole through a sheet of lead,
And so we wan to the castle ha’.