How oft by innate strength and stratagem Did Scotia’s ancient fortlets brave the foe, Whether when feudal chiefs chivalrous came, Or civil discord wrapt the land in woe; Or when the robber’s torch at night did glow, And shrieks of murder’d men came on the gale, The chiefs of Lethington were never slow, To draw the sword, or brace the glitt’ring mail, And chase the bold outlaw o’er farthest Lauderdale.