"Nae wonder, nae wonder, Gill Morice,
My lady loed thee weel;
The fairest part of my bodie115
Is blacker than thy heel.
"Zet neir the less now, Gill Morice,
For a' thy great beautie,
Ze's rew the day ze eir was born;
That head sall gae wi' me."120
Now he has drawn his trusty brand,
And [slait it] on the strae;
And thro' Gill Morice' fair body
He's gar cauld iron gae.
[And he has tain Gill Morice' head,]125
And set it on a speir:
The meanest man in a' his train
Has gotten that head to bear.
And he has tain Gill Morice up,
Laid him across his steid,130
And brocht him to his painted bowr,
And laid him on a bed.
The lady sat on castil wa',
Beheld baith dale and doun;
And there she saw Gill Morice' head135
Cum trailing to the toun.
"Far better I loe that bluidy head,
Bot and that zellow hair,
Than Lord Barnard, and a' his lands,
As they lig here and thair."140
And she has tain her Gill Morice,
And kissd baith mouth and chin:
"I was once as fow of Gill Morice,
As the hip is o' the stean.