Lord Graham and Erskine.
With eighty Knights and many more
Than can ee’ now be told,
All captives led, for ransome sett
By Harry Hotspur bold.
Fra’ Forth to Tweed, a swankie blade
Was then a sight to see,
The co’uter left in half plough’d lidge
Lay rusting in the lee.
God prosper Scotland, let us say,