XII

When the Baron of Brackley he rade thro’ the close,
A gallanter gentleman ne’er mounted horse.

XIII

Tho’ there cam’ in with Inverey thirty and three,
There was nane wi’ bold Brackley but his brither and he.

XIV

Twa gallanter Gordons did never sword draw:
But against four and thirty, wae’s me, what was twa?

XV

Wi’ swords and wi’ daggers they did him surround,
And they’ve pierced the bold Brackley wi’ mony a wound.

XVI

Frae the head o’ the Dee to the banks o’ the Spey
The Gordons may mourn him and ban Inverey.