"Thou speakest against my honour and me,

Unless thou gie me thy trowth and thy hand,

Thou'lt steal frae nane but whae sta' frae thee."

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"There is my trowth, and my right hand!

My head shall hang on Hairibee;

I'll ne'er cross Carlisle sands again,

If I steal frae a man but whae sta' frae me."

Dickie's ta'en leave o' lord and master;

I wat a merry fule was he!