‘Now, if it be my fortune thee, Grahame, to kill,
As God’s will’s, man, it all must be:
But if it be my fortune thee, Grahame, to kill,
’Tis home again I’ll never gae.’
37.
‘Thou art then of my mind, bully Bewick,
And sworn-brethren will we be;
If thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
Come over this ditch and fight with me.’
38.