"Ye'll lift me up upon your back,
Tak me to [Kirkland] fair;
Ye'll mak my greaf baith braid and lang,
And lay my body there.
"Ye'll lay my arrows at my head,35
My bent bow at my feet;
My sword and buckler at my side,
As I was wont to sleep.
"Whan ye gae hame to your father,
He'll speer for his son John:—40
Say, ye left him into Kirkland fair,
Learning the school alone.
"When ye gae hame to my sister,
She'll speer for her brother John:—
Ye'll say, ye left him in Kirkland fair,45
The green grass growin aboon.
"Whan ye gae hame to my true love,
She'll speer for her lord John:—
Ye'll say, ye left him in Kirkland fair,
But hame ye fear he'll never come."—50
He's gane hame to his father;
He speered for his son John:
"It's I left him into Kirkland fair,
Learning the school alone."
And whan he gaed hame to his sister,55
She speered for her brother John:—
"It's I left him into Kirkland fair,
The green grass growin aboon."
And whan he gaed hame to his true love,
She speer'd for her lord John:60
"It's I left him into Kirkland fair,
And hame I fear he'll never come."