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Now, as Donald and his comrade satUpon the green, they resumed their chat;And Donald's dog before their feetLay stretched, and panting wi' the heat-And Donald's sword, which he did carryBeneath his hodden-grey havarry,The Englishman's attention seized,He begged a sight o't, if he pleasedWhilk Donald drew and frankly gave him,In confidence he'd not deceive him.The billy thanked him for the sight o't,Then praised the size the mak, an weight o't.And asked at Donald, on his word,If maist he trusted to the dog or sword,Supposing the case, that any pad,Should demand the money that he had ?' The sword,' quoth Donald, I can wield,And should sic wretch, by road or field,E'er daur demand frae me a shilling,I'd plunged with freedom in the villain ;Yet ne'ertheless, for a' my cracks o't,I wadna gie the dog for sax o't.Wi' this the follow, at the word,Chapped aff the dog's head with the sword;Syne pointed it to Donald's heart,
