Why, who but she, an' who but broke
The road avore her scarlet cloke!
But Nanny's ho'se that she did ride,
Woonce carr'd a sword ageän his zide,
An' had, to prick en into rank,
A so'jer's spurs ageän his flank;
An' zoo, when he got zight
O' swords a-gleamèn bright,
An' men agwaïn to fight,
He set his eyes athirt the ground,