But sic a gloom inon ae browhead
Grant's ne'er see again
For many of our men he slew
And many put to pain

When Maitlan heard his father's name,
An angry man was he
Then lifting up a gilt dager
Hung low down by his kee

He stab'd the knight the standard bore,
He stabb'd him cruelly;
Then caught the standard by the neuk,
And fast away rade he.

Now is't na time brothers he cry'd
Now, is't na time to flee
Ay by my soothe they baith reply'd,
We'll bear you company

The youngest turn'd him in a path
And drew a burnish'd brand
And fifteen o' the foremost slew
Till back the lave did stand

He spurr'd the grey unto the path
Till baith her sides they bled
Grey! thou maun carry me away
Or my life lies in wed