That eer they ventured here.”
The Highland men drew their claymores,
And gae a warlike shout,
But Johny’s merry men kept the yate,
Nae are durst venture out.
The lovers rade the live-lang night,
And safe gat on their way,
And bonny Baby Livingston
Has gotten Johny Hay.
“Awa, Glenlion! fy for shame!