Who at all times did me oblige;
But now what shall I think or say?
By death at last he’s ta’en away.
He was a man of meikle zeal,
Who in my service did not fail;
He was no coward to relent;
No man dare say he did repent,
Of the good service done to me,
For as he liv’d so did he die,
He bore my image on his brow,