Wi' the blessing o' his feir ladye;
He was made sheriffe of Ettricke Foreste,
Surely while upwards grows the trie;
And if he was na traitour to the king,
Forfaulted he suld nevir be.
Wha ever heard, in ony times,
Sicken an Outlaw in his degré,
Sick favour get befor a king,
As did the OUTLAW MURRAY of the Foreste frie?