"O Earl Bran, I see your heart's blood!"
"Tis but the gleat o' my scarlet hood."
They rode till they came to his mother's gate,
And sae rudely as he rapped at it.
"O my son's slain, my son's put down,
And a' for the sake of an English loon."
ghat, gleam.
"O say not sae, my dear mother,
But marry her to my youngest brother.
"This has not been the death o' ane,