Except ae squire in fair Scotland,
An him you shall never see."
"The only boon, my father dear,
That I do crave of thee,—
Is, gin I die in Southern lands,
In Scotland to bury me.
"And the first in kirk that ye come till,
Ye gar the bells be rung;
And the nextin kirk that ye come to,
Ye gar the mass be sung.