"O Earl Bran, my father has two,
And thou shalt have the best of them a'."
They have ridden o'er moss and moor,
And they met neither rich nor poor,
Until they met with old Carl Hood,
He comes for ill, but never for good.
"Earl Bran, if ye love me,
Seize this old carl, and gar him die."
"O lady fair, it wad be sair,
To slay an old man that has grey hair.