21 And they brought to the heading-hill
His hounds intill a leish;
And they brought till the heading-hill
His gos-hawk in a jess.
22 King James he then rade up the hill,
And mony a man him wi,
And called on his trusty page
To come right speedilie.
23 'Ye'll do ye to the Earl o Mar,
For he sits on yon hill;
Bid him to loose the brand frae his bodie,
Young Waters for to kill.'
24 'O gude forbid,' the Earl he said,
'The like sud eer fa me,
My bodie eer sud wear the brand
That gars Young Waters die.'
25 Then he has loosd his trusty brand
And casten't in the sea;
Says, Never lat them get a brand
Till it come back to me.
26 The scaffold it prepared was,
And he did mount it hie,
And a' spectators that were there,
The saut tears blint their ee.
27 'O had your tongues, my brethren dear,
And mourn nae mair for me;
Ye're seeking grace frae a graceless face,
For there is nane to gie.
28 'Ye'll tak a bit o canvas claith
And pit it ower my ee;
And Jack, my man, ye'll be at hand
The hour that I sud die.
29 'Syne aff ye'll tak my bluidy sark,
Gie it fair Margaret Grahame;
For she may curse the dowie dell
That brought King James him hame.
30 'Ye'll bid her mak her bed narrow,
And mak it naeways wide;
For a brawer man than Young Waters
Will neer streek by her side.