Gazette cartoonist who drew me on a tricycle, began presenting

There's castle stark and dungeon dark, wherein the godly lay,

That made their rant for the Covenant through mony a weary day.

For twal' years lang the caverns rang wi' preaching, prayer, and

Ye'd think the winds were soughing wild, when a' the winds were

There wad they preach, each Saint to each, and glower as the

And Peden wared his malison on a bonny leaguer lass,

As she stood and daffed, while the warders laughed, and wha sae

But a wind o' ill worked his warlock will, and flang her out to