The dead will nevir be mastir o’ you.”
Jamie he gripit the elder’s han’,
An’ syne he slackit the branks to ride,
An’ doun he gied to the Eathie burn;
But he nevir cam up on the ither side.
There’s a maisterless colly at Jamie’s door,
Eerie it manes to the wife arin,
There’s a gled an’ a craw on the Eathie crag,
And a broken corp at the fit o’ the linn.