...lang, the thunder bellowed: That night, a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his grey mare, Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tam skelpit * on through dub and mire, Despising wind, and rain, and fire ; Whiles holding fast his gude...

...dark that even the lightning darts back afraid. The "de'il" himself had a share in that storm. But "Weel mounted on his grey mare, Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tarn skelpit on through dub and mire, Despising wind and rain and flre; AVhlles glowering round wt'...