I've dared his face, and in his place
I scorn him yet again!
Untie these bands from off my hands,
And bring to me my sword,
And there's no a man in all Scotland,
But I'll brave him at a word.
I've lived a life of sturt and strife; trouble
I die by treacherie:
It burns my heart I must depart
And not avengèd be.