‘Rise, Jock! gang out and meet the priest,
I hear his bridle ring!
My Baby now shall be my wife
Before the laverocks sing.’—
XXXVIII
‘O brother, this is not the priest;
I fear he’ll come owre late;
For armèd men with shining brands
Stand at the castle-yate.’—
XXXIX
‘Haste Donald, Duncan, Dugald, Hugh!
Haste, take your sword and spier!
We’ll gar these traytors rue the hour
That e’er they ventured here.’
XL
The Highland men drew their claymores,
And gae a warlike shout,
But Johny’s merry men kept the yate,
Nae ane durst venture out.
XLI
The lovers rade the live-lang night,
And safe gat on their way,
And bonny Baby Livingston
Has gotten Johny Hay.