17 What's that thou sayst, thou limmer loon?

Or how dare thou stand to speak to
me ?

If thou do not end this quarrel soon,
Here is my hand thou shalt fight me.'

18 Christy Grahame is to his chamber gone,
And for to study, as well might be, 70
Whether to fight with his father dear,
Or with his bully Bewick he.

19 If it be [my] fortune my bully to kill, As you shall boldly understand, In every town that I ride through, They'll say, There rides a brotherless man!