[A composite volume : containing The ballads and songs of Ayrshire ...

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When many a mortal fell.
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That aft had stood his stead before,
But, as in this dread fight of feinds
His harness was untried,
The four evangels, too, he finds,
Then out the hero hied.
Dark was the night, and round poor Changue
Loud rose a horrid yell
And stanes upon his corslet rang,
And pelted him pell-mell
" In name of the evangels four,
Ye ghaists and devils hear me :
I've sworn to gie your heads a clour,
If ye should daur to steer me.
" Ye maun he cowards, whan ye hap
By dykebacks, sheughs, and ditches
But come to Craiganrarie's tap,
Be ye deils, ghaists, or witches.
" And if there's in ye ony bluid,
I rede ye hae a care o't
Be't black, or white, or green, or red,
I vow I'll hae a share o't."
Then rose an eldrich hollow laugh,
Like echo from a cavern.
But nae ane spak, which mair than half
Set Changue's resolve a-waverin'.
But grasping firm his Carrick spear,
He kiss'd the four evangels.
Then vow'd the deil he dochtna fear,
Nor his maist o-ruesome angels !