And mony a comely cheek was pale!
But Willie was stricken ower the head,
And thro' the knapscap[[139]] the sword has gane;
And Harden grat for very rage,
Whan Willie on the grund lay slane.
But he's tane aff his gude steel cap,
And thrice he's wav'd it in the air—
The Dinlay[[140]] snaw was ne'er mair white,
Nor the lyart locks of Harden's hair.