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.

Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright,
And all beneath the sky!
May coward shame distain his name,
The wretch that dares not die!


THE HIGHLAND BALOU

Hee balou! my sweet wee Donald, [Lullaby]
Picture o' the great Clanronald;
Brawlie kens our wanton chief [Finely knows]
Wha got my young Highland thief.

Leeze me on thy bonnie craigie! [Blessings on, throat]
An thou live, thou'll steal a naigie: [If, little nag]
Travel the country thro' and thro',
And bring hame a Carlisle cow.

Thro' the Lawlands, o'er the border,
Weel, my babie, may thou furder: [succeed]
Herry the louns o' the laigh countree, [Harry, rascals, low]
Syne to the Highlands hame to me. [Then]