‘We’ll fecht them an fleg them, an gar them rin hame,
We’ll stand them in battle, as gin we were men.
4
‘There’s four-an-twenty milk-white kine in Glentanner free,
In the parks o Glentanner sae fain’s I wad be!’
5
He’s called on his lady to give him his gun:
‘I’m gaun oot, Katie, but I’ll never come home.’
6
She’s a’ her gates wide open flung, an she’s welcomed them in,