114. A son to him she bare.
After 11:
And there was three thairbut, thairbut,
And there was three thairben,
And three looking oure the window hie,
Crying, Errol’s provd a man!
And whan the word gaed thro the toun,
The sentry gied a cry,
‘O fair befa you, Errol, now!
For ye hae won the day.’