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A frightfu’ sight o’ reeking gore; He on ahind the fallow, placed, Across the hurdies o’ the beast. Syne Donald’s triumph to evince ! He mounts his beast as prouds’ a prince, Brandish’d the sword and dar’d the blade, To move his hands, feet, tongue, or head ; That if he did, he warned him now, Up to the hilt he’d run him through. Sae, on the road they trudged alang, And Donald crooned a Highland sang. They reached the town, folks were surprised, The robber soon was recognised ; The magistrates there, brawly kent him, For mair than ance he’d been foment them. For mony years, his deeds o’ horror Had kept baith far and near in terror. For whilk, whae’er would apprehend him, And to the nearest prison send him, Would be entitled to regard, And fifty guineas o’ reward. Whilk Donald got, in word and deed.
