And waked up all the asses.
It chased the hound-pups round the yard,
Ran over kairn and cattle;
The clans turned out with tunics barr’d,
And pibrocks, armed for battle.
The girl had fainted, sore dismayed,
Twice had it turned her over:
One lovely arm was stretched for aid,
And one was round her lover.
Up spake a hardy Highland wight—