"'Tis I, 'tis thy Winifred!"
Then she puts woman's garb upon him, and together they pass the unsuspecting guards and weary sentinels.
* * * * *
When the peasantry on the Nithsdale estates heard of their Lord's escape their joy was unbounded.
One of the songs published and sung everywhere at the time, begins:—
"What news to me, carlin'?
What news to me?"
"What news!" quo' the carlin',
The best that God can gie."
The speaker asks if the true king has come to his own, and the carlin' answers.
"Our ain Lord Nithsdale
Will soon be 'mang us here.
Then the speaker says:—
"Brush me my coat, carlin',
Brush me my shoon;
I'll awa and meet Lord Nithsdale,
When he comes to our town."