Carried him to yon burn clear,
And wash'd the blood from off his wound,
But aye it bled the mair.
"Oh brither dear, take me on your back,
Carry me to yon kirk-yard,
And dig a grave baith wide and deep,
And lay my body there."
He's ta'en him up upon his back,
Carried him to yon kirkyard,
And dug a grave baith deep and wide,