An ill death may you die!
For think na ye this a sad torment
Your own flesh for to burn?’
12
George Chalmers was a bonny boy;
He leapt the stanks so deep,
And he is on to Rothiemay,
His master for to help.
13
Colin Irving was a bonny boy,
An ill death may you die!
For think na ye this a sad torment
Your own flesh for to burn?’
12
George Chalmers was a bonny boy;
He leapt the stanks so deep,
And he is on to Rothiemay,
His master for to help.
13
Colin Irving was a bonny boy,