Wi' coulters, and wi' forehammers,
We gar'd the bars bang merrily,
Until we came to the inner prison,
Where Willy o' Kinmont he did lie.
(forehammers, sledge-hammers. stear, stir. slogan, war-cry.)
And when we came to the lower prison,
Where Willy o' Kinmont he did lie—
"O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willy,
Upon the morn that thou's to die?"
"O I sleep saft, and I wake aft,