57
And he fell backe to the hatches againe,
And in that wound full sore did bleed;
The blood that ran soe fast from hime,
They said it was the Girdon’s deed.
58
‘Come hether, thow James Hamelton,
Thowe my sister’s sonne, I have noe moe;
I’le give the five hundreth pound,’ he saide,
‘Ife thowe wilt toe the top[ca]saille goe.’