Fife, up and down, and Lothians three,
And graith my horse!” said our noble King,
“For to Ettrick Forest hie will I me.”
Then word is gane the Outlaw till,
In Ettrick Forest, where dwelleth he,
That the King was coming to his countrie,
To conquer baith his lands and he.
“I mak’ a vow,” the Outlaw said,
“I mak’ a vow, and that trulie:
Were there but three men to tak’ my part,