And out spoke Willy o’ the Kirkhill,
  “Of fighting, lads, ye’se hae your fill.” 
  And from his horse Willie he lap,
  And a burnished brand in his hand he gat.

  Out through the Crichtons Willie he ran,
  And dang them down baith horse and man;
  O but the Johnstones were wondrous rude,
  When the Biddes burn ran three days blood.

  “Now, Sirs, we have done a noble deed;
  “We have revenged the Galliard’s bleid: 
  “For every finger of the Galliard’s hand,
  “I vow this day I’ve killed a man.”

  As they cam in at Evan-head,
  At Ricklaw-holm they spread abread;
  “Drive on, my lads! it will be late;
  We’ll hae a pint at Wamphray gate.

  “For where’er I gang, or e’er I ride,
  The lads of Wamphray are on my side;
  And of a’ the lads that I do ken,
  A Wamphray lad’s the king of men.”

THE END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.