- Fu laith, fu laith was our braw Scots lords To weet their coal black shoon; But ere the battle a’ was foucht, Their hats war weet aboun.
- Out and starts the mermaiden, Wi a fan into her hand: ‘Keep up your hearts, my merry men a’, For ye’re near the dry land.’
- Out and spak Earl Patrick Graham, Wi the saut tear in his ee: ‘Now sin we’ve seen the mermaiden, Dry land we’ll never see.’
- Down below Dunbarton castle, Full fifty fathoms deep, There lies a’ our braw Scots men, Earl Patrick at their feet.
No: 58; variant: 58P
Source: Kinloch MSS, I, 281.