The REID-SQUAIR 15 With Cranſtane, Gladſtane, gude at neid,
baith Rewls-Watter and Hawick-toun. Beangeddert bauldly maid him boun,
With all the Trumbulls ſtrang and ſtout;
the Rotherfuirds, with grit renoun,
Convoyit the toun of Jedbruch out.
IV.
With uther Clans I can nocht tell,
becauſe our wairning was nocht wyde,
Be this our folk hes tane the fell,
And plantit pallions thair to byde: we lukit doun the uther ſyde,
And faw cum breiſting owre the brae,
and Sr George Foiter was thair gyde,
With fyftene hundrid men and mae.
V.
It greivt him ſair that day I trow,
with Sr John Hinrome of Schipſydehouſe,
Becauſe we wer not men enow,
he counted us not worth a ſouſe; Sr George was gentill, meik and douſe,
But he was hail, and het as fyre ;
but zit, for all his cracking crouſe,
He rewd the raid of the Reid-ſquyre.
VI.
To deil with proud men is but pain,
for ether ze maun ficht or flie,
