Earishal who serv’d me many a year,
And for my interest did appear;
He serv’d his ’prentiship below,
Then to the mountains he did go,
The Cameronians to defeat,
People whom I do greatly hate,
At Aird’s moss he surpris’d that crew,
Cameron their champion he slew,
And desperately cut off his head,
Also his hands and made him bleed.