Wi' a fause tale disguis'd they came
And wi' a fauser train
And to regain my gaye standard
These men were a' down slaine

It ill befits the youngest said
A crowned king to lie
But or that I taste meat and drink,
Reproved shall he be.

He went before King Edward straight
And kneel'd low on his knee
I wad hae leave my liege he said,
To speak a word wi' thee

The king he turn'd him round about
And wistna what to say
Quo' he, Man, thou's hae leave to speak
Though thou should speak a day.

You said that three young lads o' France,
Your standard stole away
Wi' a fause tale and fauser train,
And mony men did slay

But we are nane the lads o' France
Nor e'er pretend to be
We are three lads o' fair Scotland,
Auld Maitlen's sons a' three