They 've putten her into prison strang,
A twalmon lang and mair,
Until the mice and wild rottens
Did tear her yallow hair.


" One shake o your han," said Rodingham,
" One shak o your han gie me:"
" I cam na here for shaking hans,
But to fight maist desperatelie."

" It 's nae ten strucken on the clock,
Nor eleven on the bell:"
" We 'll doe ill deeds anew ere night,
Tho it were strucken twall."