Jamie has turned him round about,

I wat the tear blinded his e'e—

"I'll ne'er pay mail to Elliot again,

And the fair Dodhead I'll never see!

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"My hounds may a' rin masterless,

My hawks may fly frae tree to tree,

My lord may grip my vassal lands,

For there again maun I never be!"

He has turned him to the Tiviot side,