Ther’s sharpe swords at your yett, will gar your blood spin.
4.
‘Open the yett, Braikley, and lat us within,
Till we on the green turf gar your bluid rin.’
5.
5.2 ‘spulyie,’ spoil.
Out spak the brave baronne, owre the castell-wa’;
‘Are ye cum to spulyie and plunder mi ha’?
6.
‘But gin ye be gentlemen, licht and cum in: