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' Had I my horse, and harness gude,
And riding as I wont to be, It suld have been tauld this hundred yeir,
The meeting of my King and me !
i God be with thee, Kirsty, my brother, Lang live thou Laird of Mangertoun !
Lang mayst thou live on the Border syde, Ere thou see thy brother ride up and doun i
' And God be with thee, Kirsty, my son, Where thou sits on thy nurse's knee !
But an thou live this hundred yeir, Thy father's better thou'lt never be.
' Farewell ! my bonny Gilnock hall,
Where on Esk side thou standest stout:
Gif I had lived but seven yeirs mair, I wad hae gilt thee round about,'
John murder'd was at Carliniigg,
And all his gallant companie ; But Scotland's heart was ne'er sae wae,
To see sae mony brave men dieó
Because they saved their country deir
Frae Englishmen ! Nane were sa bauld,
Whyle Johnie lived on the Border syde, Nane of them durst cum neir his hauld.