Out spak his brither, says, Gee me yer hand;
I’ll fight in yer cause sae lang as I may stand.
7
Whan the Baron o Breachell came to the closs,
A braver baron neir red upon horse.
8
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I think the silly heard widifas are grown fighten men.
9
First they killed ane, and syen they killed twa,