"Tell down, tell down your good red gold,
Upon the table head,
And ye sall William Wallace see,
Wi' the down-come of Robin Hood."120
They had nae tauld the money down,
And laid it on his knee,
When candles, lamps, and candlesticks,
He on the floor gar'd flee.
And he has drawn his trusty brand,125
And slew them one by one,
Then sat down at the table head,
And callèd for some wine.
The goodwife she ran but, ran but,
The goodman he ran ben,130
The verra bairns about the fire
Were a' like to gang brain.
"Now if there be a Scotsman here,
He'll come and drink wi' me;
And if there be an English loun,135
It is his time to flee."
The goodman was an Englishman,
And to the hills he ran,
The goodwife was a Scots woman,
And she came to his hand.140