Cam twenty men on twenty horses,
Clankin' wi' spur and spear.
At the king's fute fell his dochter fair:
"His life ye wadna spill!"
"Ye daur stan' twixt my hert an' my hate?"
"I daur, wi' a richt gude will!"
"Ye was aye to yer faither a thrawart bairn;
But, my lady, here stan's the king;
Luikna him i' the angry face,
A monarch's anither thing."