Chapter 19 No.19

"For such-like need, my lord, I trow,

Norham can find you guides enow;

For here be some have pricked as far,

On Scottish ground, as to Dunbar;

Have drunk the monks of St. Bothan's ale,

And driven the beeves of Lauderdale;

Harried the wives of Greenlaw's goods,

And given them light to set their hoods."