"I winna gang to the cards nor dice,
Nor to a tavern fine;
But I will gang to a table forebye,35
And birl baith beer and wine."
Then she has drawn for young Hunting
The beer but and the wine,
Till she got him as deadly drunk
As ony unhallowed swine.40
Then she's ta'en out a trusty brand,
That hang below her gare;
Then she's wounded him, young Hunting,
A deep wound and a sair.
Then out it speaks her comrade,45
Being in the companie:
"Alas! this deed that ye ha'e done,
Will ruin baith you and me."
"Heal well, heal well, you Lady Katharine,
Heal well this deed on me;50
The robes that were shapen for my bodie,
They shall be sewed for thee."
"Tho' I wou'd heal it never sae well,
And never sae well," said she,
"There is a God above us baith,55
That can baith hear and see."
They booted him and spurred him,
As he'd been gaun to ride;
A hunting-horn about his neck,
A sharp sword by his side.60
And they rode on, and farther on,
All the lang summer's tide,
Until they came to wan water,
Where a' man ca's it Clyde.
[The] deepest pot in Clyde's water,65
[There] they flang him in,
And put a turf on his breast bane,
To had young Hunting down.