‘Though I hae slain the Lord Johnstone,
What care I for their feid?
My noble mind does still incline—
He was my father’s deid[1286].
IV
‘Both night and day I labour’d oft
Of him avenged to be;
But now I’ve got what lang I sought
And I may not stay with thee.
V
‘Adieu! Drumlanrig, false wert aye,
And Closeburn in a band!
The Laird of Lag, frae my father that fled,
When the Johnstone struck aff his hand.
VI
‘They were three brethren in a band—
Joy may they never see!
Their treacherous art, and cowardly heart,
Has twined[1287] my love and me.
VII
‘Adieu! Dumfries, my proper place,
But and Carlaverock fair!
Adieu! my castle of the Thrieve,
Wi’ a’ my buildings there!