I hae left anew to weep an' rue,
Sae nane maun weep for thee.
"Take this unto my father's ha,
An' tell him I maun speed;
There's fifty men in chase o' me,
An' a price upon my head.
"An' bear this to Dunellie's towers,
Where my love Annie's gane;
It is a lock o' my brown hair,
Girt wi' the diamond Stane."