Nor is there men in a your host,
Dare fight us three to three
Now by my sooth young Edward cry'd,
Weel fitted sall ye be!

Piercy sall with the eldest fight
And Ethert Lunn wi' thee
William of Lancastar the third
And bring your fourth to me

He clanked Piercy owr the head
A deep wound and a sair
Till the best blood o' his body
Came rinnen owr his hair.

Now I've slain one slay ye the two;
And that's good company
And if the two should slay ye baith,
Ye'se get na help frae me

But Ethert Lunn a baited bear
Had many battles seen
He set the youngest wonder sair,
Till the eldest he grew keen

I am nae king nor nae sic thing
My word it sanna stand
For Ethert shall a buffet bide,
Come he aneath my brand.