Owre lang hae we been in your debt,
Now will we pay you as we ought.
28.
28.3 ‘fankit,’ entangled.
‘We’ll pay thee at the nearest tree,
Where we shall hang thee like a hound;’
Brave Parcy rais’d his fankit sword,
And fell’d the foremost to the ground.
29.
Alake, and wae for Parcy Reed,