Then they threw off their doublets both, And stood up in their sarks of lawn; "Now, take my counsel," said Sir James, 75 "Wharton, to thee I'll make it knawn: "So as we stand, so will we fight, Thus naked in our sarks," said he; "Fy no! fy no!" George Wharton says, "That is the thing that must not be. 80 "We're neither drinkers, quarrellers, Nor men that cares na for oursell, Nor minds na what we're gaun about, Or if we're gaun to heav'n or hell. "Let us to God bequeath our souls, 85 Our bodies to the dust and clay:" With that he drew his deadly sword, The first was drawn on field that day. Se'en bouts and turns these heroes had, Or e'er a drop o' blood was drawn; 90 Our Scotch lord, wond'ring, quickly cry'd, "Stout Wharton, thou still hauds thy awn!" The first stroke that George Wharton gae, He struck him thro' the shoulder-bane; The neist was thro' the thick o' the thigh; 95 He thought our Scotch lord had been slain. "O ever alack!" George Wharton cry'd, "Art thou a living man, tell me? If there's a surgeon living can, He's cure thy wounds right speedily." 100 "No more of that," James Stuart said; "Speak not of curing wounds to me! For one of us must yield our breath, Ere off the field one foot we flee." They looked oure their shoulders both, 105 To see what company was there: They both had grievous marks of death, But frae the other nane wad steer. George Wharton was the first that fell, Our Scotch lord fell immediately; 110 They both did cry to Him above To save their souls, for they boud die. 10. Sir George Wharton was quarrelsome at cards; a temper which he exhibited so disagreeably when playing with the Earl of Pembroke, that the Earl told him, "Sir George, I have loved you long; but by your manner in playing, you lay it upon me either to leave to love you, or to leave to play with you; wherefore choosing to love you still, I will never play with you any more."--LODGE'S _Illustrations_, vol. iii. p. 350. SCOTT. SADDLE TO RAGS. From _Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of England_, Percy Society, vol. xvii. p. 126. The editor took this piece down from the recitation of a Yorkshire yeoman. Other ballads are popular with nearly the same plot, one of them called _The Crafty Ploughboy, or the Highwayman outwitted_. Another of a similar description is _Jock the Leg and the Merry Merchant_, (Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 165,) formed on the model of some Robin Hood ballad.