“ And there’s no a man in a’ Scotland,
⁠But I’ll brave him at a word.
I’ve lived a life of sturt and strife;
⁠I die by treacherie:
It burns my heart I must depart
⁠And not avenged be.
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, sae wantonly,
⁠Sae dauntingly gaed he;
⁠He play’d a spring and danced it round,
⁠Below the gallon's tree.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ Are less free to Lord Dacre as Allen-a-dale.
Allen-a-dale was ne’er belted a knight,
Tho’ his spur be as sharp,and his blade be as bright;
Allen-a-dale is no baron or lord,
Yet twenty tall yeomen will draw at his word;
And the best of our nobles his bonnet will veil,
Who at Rerecross or Stanmore meets Allen-a-dale.
Allen-a-dale to his wooing is come ”