Seventy-six years after Davey's death, David Herd wrote of him 'getting with child the Lady Cherrytree's daughter, while the soldiers were searching the house to apprehend him...'

Now there's a cold-blooded lover for you! Soldiers prepared to break his legs or fracture his skull are rampaging through the house, and he's still able to get it up.

Right!

The true story is that David Williamson, small, graceful and curly of hair, was running for his life. He went through a window which turned out to belong to a laird's daughter. She looked upon his form, saw that it was good, and hid him from the soldiers. What nice girl wouldn't?


'Broads' instead of 'boards' is an interesting example of the slippery nature of the letter r in the English language.