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They brought him to the heading-hill,
His horse, bot and his saddle ; And they brought to the heading-hill
His young son in his cradle. no
And they brought to the heading-hill,
His hounds intill a leish; And they brought till the heading-hill,
His gos-hawk in a jess.
King James he then rade up the hill, 85
And mony a man him wi', And called on his trusty page,
To come right speedilie.
" Ye'll do' ye to the Earl o' Mar,
For he sits on yon hill; 90
Bid him loose the brand frae his bodie,
Young Waters for to kill."
" O gude forbid," the Earl he said,
" The like su'd e'er fa' me, My bodie e'er su'd wear the brand ;«
That gars young Waters die."
Then he has loos'd his trusty brand,
And casten't in the sea; Says, " Never lat them get a brand,
Till it come back to me." 100
The scaffold it prepared was,
And he did mount it hie ; And a' spectators that were there,
The saut tears blint their e'e.