Waiting for opportunitie,
And wi his sword baith lang and sharp
He ran it thro Phenix fause bodie.
13
‘O haud your hand, Jamie O’Lee,’ he said,
‘And let the breath remain in me,
And skail nae mair o my noble blude,
’Tis a great disgrace to my loyaltie.’
14
‘Confess, confess, ye fause Phenix,