untie these bands from off my hands,

and bring me to my sword;

and there's no a man in all scotland

but i'll brave him at a word.

sae rantingly, &c.

i've liv'd a life of sturt and strife;

i die by treacherie:

it burns my heart i must depart,

and not avenged be.

sae rantingly, &c.

now farewell light, thou sunshine bright,

and all beneath the sky!

may coward shame distain his name,

the wretch that dares not die!

sae rantingly, &c.