“ He said thou wast bad, and call'd theo a lad,
And a baffled man by thee I be:
He said thou wast bad, and call'd thee a lad,
And bully to his son cannot be,
For his son Bewick can both write and read,
And sure I cannot say that of thee.
I put theo to school, but thou wouldst not learn,
I bought thee books, but thou wouldst not read,
But my blessing thou shalt never have,
Till with Bowick thou canst save thy head.
O! pray forbear, my father doar,
That ever such a thing should be,
Shall I venture my body in field to fight
With a man that's faith and troth to me. ”

“ Now, if it be my fortune theo Graham to kill,
As God's will, man, it all must be-
If it be my fortune thee Graham to kill,
'Tis home again I'll never gae:
Thou art then of my mind, bully Bowick,
And sworn brethren we will be;
If thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
Come over this ditch and fight with me. ”

“ There she left her gilded coach,
While the grove she did approach.
Cover'd with her mask, and walking,
There sho met her lover talking
With a friend that he had brought;
Straight she ask'd him who he sought.
I am challeng’d by a gallant,
Who resolves to try my talent ”