IV.
O Kenmure’s lads are men, Willie!
O Kenmure’s lads are men;
Their hearts and swords are metal true—
And that their faes shall ken.
V.
They’ll live or die wi’ fame, Willie!
They’ll live or die wi’ fame;
But soon wi’ sounding victorie,
May Kenmure’s lord come hame.
VI.
Here’s him that’s far awa, Willie,
Here’s him that’s far awa;
And here’s the flower that I love best—
The rose that’s like the snaw!
CXXIII.
MY COLLIER LADDIE.
Tune—“The Collier Laddie.”