"O ha ye seen Sir James the Rose,
The young heir o' Buleighan?30
For he has kill'd a gallant squire,
And we are sent to tak him."
"Yea, I ha seen Sir James," she said,
"He past by here on Monday;
Gin the steed be swift that he rides on,35
He's past the Hichts of Lundie."
But as wi speid they rade awa,
She leudly cryd behind them;
"Gin ye'll gie me a worthy meid,
I'll tell ye whar to find him."40
"O tell fair maid, and on our band,
Ye'se get his purse and brechan."
"He's in the bank aboon the mill,
In the lawlands o' Buleighan."
Than out and spak Sir John the Graham,45
Who had the charge a keiping,
"It's neer be said, my stalwart feres,
We kill'd him whan a sleiping."
They seized his braid sword and his targe,
And closely him surrounded:50
"O pardon! mercy! gentlemen,"
He then fou loudly sounded.
"Sic as ye gae, sic ye sall hae,
Nae grace we shaw to thee can."
"Donald my man, wait till I fa,55
And ye sall hae my brechan;
Ye'll get my purse thouch fou o' gowd
To tak me to Loch Lagan."
Syne they take out his bleiding heart,
And set it on a speir;60
Then tuke it to the house o' Mar,
And shawd it to his deir.
"We cold nae gie Sir James's purse,
We cold nae gie his brechan;
But ye sall ha his bleeding heart,65
Bot and his bleeding tartan."