50.
‘Arise, arise, O son,’ he said,
‘For I see thou’s won the victory;’
‘Father, could ye not drunk your wine at home,
And letten me and my brother be?
51.
‘Nay, dig a grave both low and wide,
And in it us two pray bury;
But bury my bully Grahame on the sun-side,
For I’m sure he’s won the victory.’