He ne’er came of an Englishman
Had sic an ee or bree
But thou art likest auld Maitlen
That ever I did see
But sic a gloom inon ae browhead
Grant’s ne’er see again
For many of our men he slew
And many put to pain
When Maitlan heard his father’s name,
An angry man was he
Then lifting up a gilt dager
Hung low down by his kee
He stab’d the knight the standard bore,
He stabb’d him cruelly;
Then caught the standard by the neuk,
And fast away rade he.
Now is’t na time brothers he cry’d
Now, is’t na time to flee
Ay by my soothe they baith reply’d,
We’ll bear you company
The youngest turn’d him in a path
And drew a burnish’d brand
And fifteen o’ the foremost slew
Till back the lave did stand
He spurr’d the grey unto the path
Till baith her sides they bled
Grey! thou maun carry me away
Or my life lies in wed
The captain lookit owr the wa’
Before the break o day
There he beheld the three Scots lads
Pursued alongst the way
Pull up portculzies down draw briggs
My nephews are at hame
And they shall lodge wi’ me to-night,
In spite of all England
Whene’er they came within the gate
They thrust their horse them frae
And took three lang spears in their hands,
Saying, here sal come nae mae