My blade is barken’t wi’ Herbert’s blude,
An’ he lyes at Hurkelle Burne.”
He muntyt his meare i’ the fayre muinlychte,
An’ he pryckyt out owre the greene,
But never agayne in Annandale
Was blythe Hughe Herryes seene.
Na! never agayne i’ Dry’s’al’ Kyrke,
Norre ever atte Lockerbye fayre,
The lasses quha lo’ed the blynke o’ his e’e,
Saw that blythe e’e-blynke mayre.