An’ brought him to the braithel, where

He left him dead wi’ sic a rair,

That folk wad sworn they saw him shot

That very instant on the spot.

Auld Horny thought to gar him howd

Upo’ the gallows, for the gowd

He gat lang syne, an’ wadna set

His signature to show the debt.

But in his drift the Devil fail’d—

The second time the laird prevail’d—