"I grantit nevir a traitor's life,
"And now I'll not begin wi' thee."
"Grant me my life, my liege, my king!
"And a great gift I'll gie to thee—
"Bauld four and twenty sister's sons,
"Sall for thee fecht, tho' a' should flee!"
"Away, away, thou traitor strang!
"Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be!
"I grantit nevir a traitor's life,
"And now I'll not begin wi' thee."