O when he had the letter read,
An angry man was he;
He says, ‘Glenlyon, thou shalt rue
This deed of villany!
XXVIII
‘Woe be to thee, Glenlyon!’ he says,
‘An ill death may thou dee!
Thou micht hae ta’en anither woman,
And let my lady be.
XXIX
‘O saddle to me the black, the black,
O saddle to me the brown,
O saddle to me the swiftest steed
That e’er rade frae the town.
XXX
‘And arm ye well, my merry men a’,
And follow me to the glen,
For I vow I’ll neither eat nor sleep
Till I get my love again.’
XXXI
He’s mounted on a milk-white steed,
The boy upon a gray,
And they got to Glenlyon’s castle
About the close of day.