Full fifteen days that braid host lay
Sieging old Maitlen keen
Then they hae left him safe and hale
Within his strength o' stane

Then fifteen barks, all gaily good,
Met themen on a day,
Which they did lade with as much spoil
As they could bear away.

"England's our ain by heritage;
And whae can us gainstand,
When we hae conquerd fair Scotland
Wi' bow, buckler, and brande" -

Then they are on to th' land o' france,
Where auld King Edward lay,
Burning each town and castle strong
That ance cam in his way.

Untill he cam unto that town
Which some call Billop-Grace
There were old Maitlen's sons a' three
Learning at School alas

The eldest to the others said,
O see ye what I see
If a' be true yon standard says,
We're fatherless a' three