Cried, Cum doun, cum doun, Braikley, and open the door.
3
‘Are ye sleepin, Baronne, or are ye wakin?
Ther’s sharpe swords at your yett, will gar your blood spin.
4
‘Open the yett, Braikley, and lat us within,
Till we on the green turf gar your bluid rin.’
5
Out spak the brave baronne, owre the castell-wa:
‘Are ye cum to spulyie and plunder mi ha?