‘Now, honest herd, ye maun do mair,
Ye maun do mair, as I you tell;
Ye maun bear tidings to Troughend,
And bear likewise my last farewell.
XXXVIII
‘A farewell to my wedded wife,
A farewell to my brother John,
Wha sits into the Troughend tower
Wi’ heart as black as any stone.
XXXIX
‘A farewell to my daughter Jean,
A farewell to my young sons five;
Had they been at their father’s hand,
I had this night been man alive.
XL
‘A farewell to my followers a’,
And a’ my neighbours gude at need;
Bid them think how the treacherous Ha’s
Betrayed the life o’ Parcy Reed.
XLI
‘The laird o’ Clennel bears my bow,
The laird o’ Brandon bears my brand;
Whene’er they ride i’ the Border-side,
They’ll mind the fate o’ the laird Troughend.’