My merryemen’s lives, my widowe’s teirs,
There lies the pang that pinches me!
When I am straught in bluidie eard,
Yon castell will be right dreirie.
633. nobil king.
634. sake that.
643. Over God’s forbode, quoth.
After 644 (added in 1803):
Else ere ye come to Edinburgh port
I trow thin guarded sall ye be.