Ye sall be twa to gang wi' me;
Andrew Murray, and Sir James Murray,
We'll be nae mae in cumpanie."
When that they cam befor the king,
They fell befor him on their kné—
"Grant mercie, mercie, nobil king!
E'en for his sake that dyed on trie."
"Sicken like mercie sall ye have;
On gallows ye sall hangit be!"
"Over God's forbode," quoth the Outlaw then,