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KINMONT WILLIE. |
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" 0 mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie, " I have ridden horse baith wild and wood;
But a rougher beast than Red Rowan
I ween my legs have ne'er bestrode. wo
" And mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie, ' " I've prick'd a horse out oure the furs; But since the day I back'd a steed, I never wore sic cumbrous spurs."
We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank, ias
When a' the Carlisle bells were rung,
And a thousand men on horse and foot Cam wi' the keen Lord Scroope along.
Buccleuch has turn'd to Eden Water,
Even where it flow'd frae bank to brim, m>
And he has plunged in wi' a' his band,
And safely swam them through the stream.
He turn'd him on the other side,
And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he— " If ye like na my visit in merry England, m
In fair Scotland come visit me ! "
All sore astonish'd stood Lord Scroope,
He stood as still as rock of stane; He scarcely dared to trew his eyes,
When through the water they had gane. iso |
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