"I'll pay you for my lodging maill,[[172]]

When first we meet on the border side."

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Then shoulder high, with shout and cry,

We bore him down the ladder lang;

At every stride Red Rowan made,

I wot the Kinmont's aims played clang!

"O mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie,

"I have ridden horse baith wild and wood;

But a rougher beast than Red Rowan,