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Gletfgyle shall ne’er disgrace thy sword,
 Unheath it then and fight me.
Again with young Glengyle he closed.
 Intending not to harm him;
Three times with gentle wounds him pierced,
 Yet never could disarm him.

Yield up your sword to me Glengyle:
 What on is our quarrel grounded?
I could have pierced thy dauntless heart,
 Each time I have thee wounded.
But if thou thinkest me to kill,
 In faith thou art mistaken;
So if thou scorns to yield thy sword,
 In pieces straight I’ll break it.

While talking thus he quit his guard,
 Glengyle in haste advanced,
And pierced his generous manly breast,
 The spear behind him glanced!
Then down he fell, and cries I'm slain!
 Adieu to all things earthly!
Adieu, Glengyle the day’s thy own,
 But thou hast gained it basely.

When tidings came to Lady Ann,
 Time after time she fainted!
She ran and kissed their clay cold lips,
 And thus their fate lamented.
Illustrious brave, but hapless men,
 This horrid sight does move me!
My dearest friends rolled in their blood,
 The men that best did love me!