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.