They warsled up, they warsled down,
Till Sir John fell to the ground;
And there was a knife in Sir William's pouch,
Gi ed him a deadly wound.
(warsle, wrestle.)
"O brither dear, take me upon your back,
Carry me to yon burn clear,
And wash the blood from off my wound,
And it will bleed nae mair."
He's took him up upon his back,