Shall I venture my body in field to fight
With a man that’s faith and troth to me?’
35
‘Away, away, O bully Bewick,
And of all that care, man, let us be!
If thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
Come over this ditch and fight with me.’
36
‘Now, if it be my fortune thee, Grahame, to kill,
As God’s will’s, man, it all must be;