Wi' meikle mournfu' din—
"It fears me sair o' Clyde water,
"That he is drown'd therein."
"Gar douk, gar douk,"[[B]] the king he cried,
"Gar douk for gold and fee;
"O wha will douk for Erl Richard's sake,
"Or wha will douk for me?"
They douked in at ae weil-head,[[C]]
And out ay at the other;
"We can douk nae mair for Erl Richard,