As Colingwood that courteous knight.
Zung Henry skapit hame, is hurt,
A souldier schot him with a bow,
Scotland has cause to make great sturt,
For laiming of the Laird of Mow.
The Laird Watt did weil indeid,
His friends stude stoutly by himsell,
With little Gladstone, gude in neid,
For Gretein kend not gude be ill.
The Scheriff wantit not gude-will,