E'en as fast as he could drie,
Till he cam to the Coultart Cleugh,
And there he shouted baith loud and hie.
Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve—
"Whae's this that bring's the fray to me?"
"It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead,
A harried man I trew I be.
"There's naething left in the fair Dodhead,
But a greeting wife and bairnies three,
And sax poor ca's[[135]] stand in the sta',