Some call it Leader Town.

X.

"Wha hauds this house?" young Edward cried,
"Or wha gi'est ower to me?"
A grey-hair'd knight set up his head,
And crackit right crousely:

XI.

"Of Scotland's king I haud my house,
He pays me meat and fee;
And I will keep my guid auld house,
While my house will keep me."


I cannot, I admit, find any fault with these stanzas: cannot see any
reason why they should not be traditional.

Then Colonel Elliot cites, as the worst -


XV.

Then fifteen barks, all gaily good,
Met them upon a day,
Which they did lade with as much spoil
As they could take away.