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hae ye seen Sir James the Rose, the young heir o’ Buleighan? (illegible text) he has kill’d a gallant ’Squire, and we are sent to tak him.
(illegible text) I hae seen Sir James the Rose, he past by here on Monday; Gin the steed be swift that he rides on, he’s past the heights of Lundie. But as wi’ speid they rade awa, she loudly cry’d behind them, Gin ye’ll gie me a worthy meid, I’ll tell ye whar to find him.
O tell, fair maid, and, on our band, ye’se get his purse and brechan, He’s in the bank aboon the mill, in the lawlandso’ Buleighan. Then out and spak Sir John the Graham, wha had the charge a-keiping, It’s ne’er be said, my stalwart feres, we kill’d him when a-sleiping.
They seiz’d his broad-sword and his targe, and closely him surrounded: O pardon!—mercy! gentlemen, he then fu’ loudly-sounded, Sic as ye gae, sic ye sall hae, nae grace we shaw to thee can.
Donald, my man, wait till I fa, and ye sall hae my brechan; Ye’ll get my purse, tho’ fu’ o’ gowd, to tak me to Loch-Lagan.
