Vaulted each marshal from his steed;
'And who art thou,' they cried,
'Who hast this battle fought and won?'
His plumed helm was soon undone—
'Cranstoun of Teviotside!
For this fair prize I've fought and won,'
And to the Ladye led her son."
Then is described the struggle that takes place in the maternal breast:
"And how the clan united prayed
The Ladye would the feud forego,