‘He bids ye meet him at Permanscore,
And bring four in your company;
Five earls shall gang himsell before,
Nae mair in number will he be.
LV
‘And gif you refuse to do that,
(I freely here upgive wi’ thee,)
He’ll cast your bonny castle down,
And mak’ a widow o’ your gay ladye.
There will never a Murray, after thysell,
Have land in Ettrick Forest free.’—
LVI
‘It stands me hard,’ the Outlaw said,
‘Judge gif it stands na hard wi’ me:
What reck o’ the losing of mysell?—
But a’ my offspring after me!
LVII
‘Auld Halliday, young Halliday,
Ye sall be twa to gang wi’ me;
Andrew Murray, and Sir James Murray,
We’ll be nae mae in companie.’
LVIII
When that they cam’ before the King,
They fell before him on their knee:
‘Grant mercy, mercy, noble King!
E’en for his sake that dyed on tree.’