When twenty men they saw pursue;

Frae Newcastle toun they had been sent,

A' English lads baith stout and true.

But when the land-serjeant the water saw,

"It winna ride, my lads," says he;

Then cried aloud—"The prisoner take,

But leave the fetters, I pray, to me."

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"I wat weil no," quo' the Laird's Jock;

"I'll keep them a'; shoon to my mare they'll be,