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“‘I ha’e nae hame to fly to now,
Nao country, and nae kin;
There is not a door in Fair Scotland
Durst open to let me in.
“‘But I ha’e a loving wife at hame,
And twa babies, dear to me;
They ha’e naebody now that dares favour them.
And of hunger they a’ maun dee.
“‘Oh for the sake of thy saviour dear,
Whose mercy thou hopest to share.
Dear Lady, take the sackless things
A wee beneath thy care!
“‘A lang farewell, my kind Ladye!
O’er weel I ken thy worth.
Gae send me a drink o’ the water o’ Clyde,
For my last drink on earth.’
“0 dinna tell ony mair, Ladye,
For my heart is cauld as clay;
There is a spear that pierces here,
Frae every word ye say.”
“He wasna fear’d to dee, Janet,
For he gloried in his death,
And wish’d to be laid with those who had bled
For the same endearing faith.
“There were three wounds in his boardly breast
And his limb was broke in twain.
And the sweat ran down wi’ his red heart’s blood
Wrung out by the deadly pain.
