"We'll tak our leave and gae our way."
Out and speaks the seventh o' them,
"Altho' there were no man but me;
I bear the brand I'll gar him dee."
Out he has ta'en a bright long brand,
And he has striped it through the straw,
And through and through Clerk Saunders' body
I wot he has gared cold iron gae.
(gar, make.)
Saunders he started, and Margaret she lept