‘Wi’ bonnie Jean Gordon, the maid o’ the mill;
O’ sichin’ and sobbin’ she’ll soon get her fill.’
26.
‘I’m no coward, brother, ’tis ken’d I’m a man;
I’ll ficht i’ your quarral as lang’s I can stand.
27.
‘I’ll ficht, my dear brother, wi’ heart and gudewill,
And so will young Harry that lives at the mill.
28.
‘But turn, mi dear brother, and nae langer stay: