O! ’twas a gallant sight, and brave,
To see them stem the chrystal wave:
But now the tide and stream have bore
The Groom and pack to England’s shore:
The other sportsmen, round about,
With hurried speed, have ta’en their route;
For well they knew th’ attempt were vain
Here the English side of Tweed to gain;
And so they’ve gone a mile below,
Where gurgling Tweed runs on more slow;
And much they marvel, all the way,
How crossed that gallant daring fay.