They thought King James and a’ his men
Had won the house wi’ bow and spear;
It was but twenty Scots and ten,
That put a thousand in sic a stear[1177]!
XXXIV
Wi’ coulters, and wi’ forehammers[1178],
We gar’d the bars bang merrilie,
Until we came to the inner prison,
Where Willie o’ Kinmont he did lie.
XXXV
And when we cam to the lower prison,
Where Willie o’ Kinmont he did lie—
‘O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie,
Upon the morn that thou’s to die?’—
XXXVI
‘O I sleep saft, and I wake aft;
It’s lang since sleeping was fley’d[1179] frae me!
Gie my service back to my wife and bairns,
And a’ gude fellows that spier[1180] for me.’
XXXVII
The Red Rowan has hente him up,
The starkest man in Teviotdale—
‘Abide, abide now, Red Rowan,
Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell.