The sweat drapp'd fast frae off them baith,
But a drap of blude could not be seen.
Till Græme gae Bewick an awkward stroke,
Ane awkward stroke strucken sickerly;
He has hit him under the left breast,
And dead-wounded to the ground fell he.
"Rise up, rise up, now, billy dear,
Arise and speak three words to me!
Whether thou's gotten thy deadly wound,
Or if God and good leeching may succour thee?"