v'nly graith,
(inspired bardies saw, man),
wi' kindling eyes, cry'd, “willie, rise!
would i hae fear'd them a', man?”
but, word an' blow, north, fox, and co.
gowff'd willie like a ba', man;
till suthron raise, an' coost their cise
behind him in a raw, man:
an' caledon threw by the drone,
an' did her whittle draw, man;
an' swoor fu' rude, thro' dirt an' bluid,
to mak it guid in w, man.