What reck o’ the losing of mysell,
But a’ my offspring after me!
“Auld Halliday, young Halliday,
Ye sall be twa to gang wi’ me;
Andrew Murray and Sir James Murray,
We’ll be nae mae in companie.”
When that they cam’ before the King,
They fell before him on their knee:
“Grant mercy, mercy, noble King!
E’en for His sake that dyed on tree.”