Dan Capp - The Mon o' Micht lyrics
The mon o' micht, he rade o' nicht, Wi' neider swerd ne ferd ne licht. He socht tha mare, he fond tha mare, He bond tha mare wi' her ain hare. Ond gared her swar by midder-micht, She wold nae mair rid o' nicht. Whar aince he rade thot mon o' micht.