Robert Burns

“ But Douglasses o' weight had we, The pair o' lusty lairds, For building cot-houses sae fam'd, And christenin' kail-yards. And there Redcastle drew his sword, That ne'er was stain'd wi' gore, Save on a wand'rer lame and blind, To drive him frae his door. ”

“ So twa blind beggars, on a string, The faithfu' tyke will trust. But now Yerl Galloway's sceptre's broke, And Broughton's wi' the slain, And I my ancient craft may try, Sin' honesty is gane. 'Twas by the banks o' bonie Dee, Beside Kirkcudbright's towers, The Stewart and the Murray there, Did muster a' their powers. Then Murray on the auld grey yaud, Wi' winged spurs did ride, That auld grey yaud a' Nidsdale rade, He staw upon Nidside. And there had na been the Yerl himsel, O there had been nae play; But Garlies was to London gane, And sae the kye might stray. ”