Then word went through Sir Andrew's men,
That the Gordon he was dead.
swarved, sawed (?).
"Come hither to me, James Hamilton,
Thou art my sister's son, I have no more;
I will give [thee] six hundred pound
If thou wilt let my beams down fall.
With that he swarved the main-mast tree,
So did he it with might and main;
Horsley, with another broad arrow,