The morn's the day that I maun die.
"Full fifteen stane o' Spanish iron,
They hae laid a' right sair on me;
Wi' locks and keys I am fast bound
Into this dungeon mirk and dreary."
ne'er played paw, never stirred.
"Fear ye no that," quo' the Laird's Jock -,
"A faint heart ne'er won a fair lady;
Work thou within, well work without,
And I'll be bound we set thee free."