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The moonbeam glints on tower and hill,

It’s hey! for the bonny moonlight!

“Go saddle my steed, I’ll ride betimes,

The English Border to-night.”

“Take tent, good lad, the Warder’s men

Are riding over the land.”

“Tuts! six Scotts lads will keep two score

Of such feckless loons at a stand!”

Oh! they were twenty stout and bold,

Mounted on active naigs;

Some armed wi’ guns and Jeddart staves,

Wi’ iron round their craigs.

Young Scott o’ Harden, led them on

To the lands o’ Elibank;

“Good faith, I wat Sir Gideon

Will no his kindness thank.”

He left his towers by Ettrick’s stream,

His minnie’s proverb scorning;

When Scotts set foot in the stirrup-ring,

The blood will flow ere morning.

Sir Gideon and young Willie Scott

Were ever deadly foes;

Ere they shall clasp each other’s hand,

The Gowan shall grow on the Rose.