Clattering Ford

What did you hear at Clattering Ford
Last night as you lay by the Black Line Burn?
Only the swish of a brandished sword
And a heavy thud in the fern.

What did you hear as you lay in the ling,
Last night as you lay in the ling alone?
Only a splashing of hoofs and the ring
Of flying hoofs upon stone.

What did you see as you lay last night,
Last night as you lay in the ling and the fern?
Only the moonshine silvering white
The waters of Black Line Burn.
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