15^1. out and spak.
15^3. said, my stalwart feres.
15^4. We killd him whan a.
16^{3,4}.
O pardon, mercy, gentlemen!
He then fou loudly sounded.
17^{3,4}–19.
‘Sic as ye gae sic ye sall hae,
Nae grace we shaw to thee can.’
‘Donald my man, wait till I fa,
And ye shall hae my brechan;
Ye’ll get my purse, thouch fou o gowd,
To tak me to Loch Lagan.’
20^1. Syne they tuke out his bleeding heart.
20^2. And set.
20^4. And shawd.
21.
We cold nae gie Sir James’s purse,
We cold nae gie his brechan,
But ye sall ha his bleeding heart,
Bot and his bleeding tartan.
22^1. O for.
22^2. My heart is now.
22^3. day I wrocht thy wae.
22^4. brave heir.
23^{2,3}. And in that hour o tein, She wanderd to the dowie glen.
23^4. never mair was sein.