O there was mounting, mounting in haste,

And there was marching upon the lee;

Until they cam to Annan water,

And it was flowing like the sea.

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"My mare is young and very skeigh,[[191]]

And in o' the weil[[192]] she will drown me;

But ye'll take mine, and I'll take thine,

And sune through the water we sall be."

Then up and spak him, coarse Ca'field,