He’s landed at Braikly’s yates at the day dawing.
2
Says, Baron of Braikly, are ye within?
There’s sharp swords at the yate will gar your blood spin.
3
The lady raise up, to the window she went;
She heard her kye lowing oer hill and oer bent.
4
‘O rise up, John,’ she says, ‘turn back your kye;
They’re oer the hills rinning, they’re skipping away.’