With a tartan cap his head upon,
Then said, For honour of the Clan,
This day I die as a Scots-man.
Then adjusted his posture on the block,
Shewing his signal for the stroke,
Was by dropping of his arms down:
Then turning to his friends aroun’,
He once more of them took farewel,
And to the crowd around did wheel,
Perhaps you’ll think that I’m too bold,