The first strong dore that they came at,
They loosed it without a key;
The next chaind dore that they cam at,
They gard it a’in flinders flee.
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The prisner now, upo his back,
The Laird’s Jock’s gotten up fu hie;
And down the stair him, irons and a’,
Wi nae sma speed and joy brings he.
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