A pair o pistols frae his side,
And he lay down beside her.
‘Bonny lassie, I am wi you now,
Bonny lassie I am wi you,
But I’ll gar a’ your ribbons reel,
Bonny lassie, ere I lea you.’
5
The trumpet sounds thro Birldale,
Says, Men and horse, make ready;
The drums do beat at Staneman hill,