Slightly adapted from Scott:

As I was walking all alone-
T'was at the dawning of the day-
I met two brothers making moan
And stopped to hear what they might say.
The younger to the older said
"How could we ever happy be,
For we were once three brothers born,
Now one of us is condemned to die?"

But be we happy, be we sad,
What better should our brother be,
Unless we had a hundred men
To storm Dumfries and set hime free?
T'was then upspake the brave John Hall-
The best of Teviotdale was he-
We'll do it with a dozen men
If all of you will ride with me.

To horse, to horse, and ride in haste
And men were riding o'er the lea
Until they came to Dumfries town
And there dismounted secretly.
A smith dwells by the water's side,
A crown they gave him for a fee
To turn the horses' shoes around
That none might know which way they flee.

Here's five to hold the horses' heads
And five of us shall watchmen be,
But who will come in Dumfries town
And help to set my brother free?
Again upspake the brave John Hall-
Was e'er a braver man than he?
Though this night's work should cost my life
I'll break the prison doors with thee!

Be of good cheer now, Archie lad,
Here's Teviotdale is come for thee!
Thou work within, and we without,
Tonight you'll dine at home with me!
John Hall knelt down upon the floor,
His back against the door put he,
He's torn the hinges from the wall
And so he's set young Archie free.

He's carried him out from the jail
And through the town so silently,
And mounted him upon his mare-
I'll swear that ne'er a foot stirred she-
He's laid the chains across her neck
Her decoration for to be,
And so they've gone from Dumfries town
As fast as horse and man could flee.

And on they rode all through the night
And through the dawn so wearily:
But then upspoke young Allan Bold,
"O can't ye see what I can see?
Lord Gordon with a hundred men
And they come riding o'er the lea,
Our wives must sing the Lyke Wake Dirge;
This very morn we'll surely dee."

So spur your horse and ride in haste,
And men were riding o'er the lea,
Until they came to Annan's flood
And it was flowing like the sea,
My horse is young and getting tired,
She'll never bear the weight of two,
But you take mine, and I'll take thine,
And all of us will swim it through.

And they have plunged in Annan's flood
And horse and man swam gallantly,
Until they reached the further brim
And there dismounted soddenly,
"Come o'er the stream, Lord Gordon now,
And drink a glass of wine with me!
Last night I lay in prison bound,
Tonight in Teviotdale, and free!"