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THE DEATH OF PARCY REED
XXI
' I mayna turn, I canna turn, I daurna turn and fight wi' thee ;
The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
And they wad kill baith thee and me.'—
XXII
' O turn thee, turn thee, Tommy Ha',
O turn now, man, and fight wi' me ; If ever we come to Troughend again,
My daughter Jean I'll gie to thee.'—
XXIII
' I mayna turn, I canna turn,
I daurna turn and fight wi' thee ; The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
And they wad kill baith thee and me.'—
XXIV
' O shame upon ye, traitors a'!
I wish your hames ye may never see j Ye've stown the bridle off my naig,
And I can neither fight nor flee.
xxv ' Ye've stown the bridle off my naig,
And ye've put water i' my lang gun ; Ye've fixed my sword within the sheath
That out again it winna come.'
XXVI
He had but time to cross himsel'.
A prayer he hadna time to say, Till round him came the Crosiers keen,
All riding graith'd and in array.
graith'd] harnessed, in armour.
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