XXIII.

Early they took Dunedin’s road, And I could trace each step they trode; Hill, brook, nor dell, nor rock, nor stone, Lies on the path to me unknown. Much might it boast of storied lore; But, passing such digression o’er, Suffice it that their route was laid Across the furzy hills of Braid, They passed the glen and scanty rill, And climbed the opposing bank, until They gained the top of Blackford Hill.