And there they got the bonny lad's corpse,
In the kirk-shot o' bonny Cargill.
O a' the keys of bonny Stobha',
I wot they at his belt did hing;
But a the keys of bonny Stobha,
They now lie low into the stream.
A braver page into his age
Ne er set a foot upon the plain;
His' father to his mother said,
"O sae soon as we've wanted him!"