197a.1 Away with you, away with you, James de Grant! And, Douglas, yell be slain; For Baddindallochs at your gates, With many brave Highland men. 197A.2 Baddindalloch has no feud at me, And I have none at him; Cast up my gates baith broad and wide, Let Baddindalloch in. 197A.3 James de Grant has made a vaunt, And leaped the castle-wa; But, if he comes this way again, Hell no win sae well awa. 197A.4 Take him, take him, brave Gordons, O take him, fine fellows a! If he wins but ae mile to the Highland hills, Hell defy you Gordons a.