32.
‘Strik, strik, ye proud boaster, your honour is gone,
Your lands we will plunder, your castell we’ll burn.’
33.
At the head o’ the Etnach the battel began,
At Little Auchoilzie thei kill’d the first man.
34.
First thei kill’d ane, and soon they kill’d twa,
Thei kill’d gallant Braikley, the flour o’ them a’.
35.