I’ waesome plychte did lye,
Wi’ his heid on the banke, his feet i’ the burne,
An’ his face to the sternye skye.
Ane hastye batte wrochte unco chaynge;
Younge Chayrlye noo was Lairde,
An’ Herbert layde i’ the Herryeses aysle,
I’ Dry’s’al’ auld Kirk-yayrde.
But fearfu’ sychtes hae beene seene sinsyne,
An’ monye a late-gaune wychte
Quhan stayveran’ hame by Hurkelle Burne,