Confess your faults this day to me;
Were there nae mair men in a’ England,
My ain twa hands your death suld be.’
15
‘Ye were sae great wi king and queen,
I thocht I wuld hae banisht thee,
And I staw the queen’s jewels in the nicht,
And left the wyte on Jamie O’Lee.’
16
Syne out and spak the king himsell,