Francis James Child

“ Out then spake then Willy Kirkhill:
'Of fighting, lads, ye's hae your fill.'
Then off his horse Willy he lap,
And a burnishd brand in his hand he took.
And through the Crichtons Willy he ran,
And dang them down both horse and man.
O but these lads were wondrous rude,
When the Biddess-burn ran three days blood!
'I think, my lads, we've done a noble deed;
We have revengd the Galiard's blood.
'For every finger o the Galiard's hand,
I vow this day I've killed a man.'
And hame for Wamphray they are gane,
And away the Crichtons' nout they've taen. ”