He clanked Ethert owr the head,
A deep wound and a sair
Till a' the blood of his body
Came rinnen owr his hair

Now I've slayne two slay ye the one;
Isna that gude company
And tho' the one should slay ye both
Ye'se get nae help o' me.

The twasome they hae slayn the one
They maul'd them cruelly
Then hang them owr the drawbridge,
That a' the host might see

They rade their horse they ran their horse,
Then hover'd on the ley
We be three lads o' fair Scotland,
We fain wad fighting see

This boasting when young Edward heard,
To's uncle thus said he,
I'll take yon lad I'll bind yon lad,
And bring him bound to thee

But God forbid King Edward said
That ever thou should try
Three worthy leaders we hae lost,
And you the fourth shall be.