Four o their men, the bravest four,
They bore my blade away.’
35
‘Bring back his blade,’ says Jock o Noth,
‘And freely to him it gie,
Or I hae sworn a black Scot’s oath
I’ll gar five million die.
36
‘Now whar’s the lady?’ says Jock o Noth,
‘Sae fain I woud her see;’