She weend it had been hir luvely lord, It was the traitor Edom o' Gordon, She had nae fooner buskit, hirfel,. Till Edom o' Gordon and his men They had nae fooner fupper fett, The lady ran up to hir towir head,. But quhan he fee this lady faif, Cum doun to me, ze lady gay, Cum doun, cum doun to me: This night fall ye lig within mine armes,. To morrow my bride fall be; winnae cum doun, ze fals Gordon, Give owre zour house, ze lady fair, I winnae give owre, ze false Gordon, But reach my piftol, Glaud, my man, She ftude upon hir castle wa, Set fire to the house quo' fals Gordon, All wood wi' dule and ire: Fals ladye, ze fall rue this deid, As ze brenn in the fire. Wae worth, wae worth ze, Jock my man, I paid ze weil zour fee; Quhy pow ze out the ground-wa flane, And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man, Ze paid me weil my hire, lady; O than befpaik hir little fon, Sate on the nourice' knee : Sayes, Mither dear, gi owre this house, For the reek it fmithers me. I wad gie a' my gowd, my childe, For ane blast o' the weftlin wind, O then befpaik hir dochter dear, And tow me owre the wa They rowd hir in a pair o' fheits, And towd hir owre the wa: O bonnie bonnie was her mouth, Then wi' his fpear he turnd hir owre, He turned hir owre and owre again, Busk and boun, my mirry men a', Thame, luiks to freits, my mafter deir, Let it nier be faid brave Edom o' Gordon But quhen the ladye fee the fire Cum flaming owre hir head, The Gordon then his bougill blew, This house o' the Rodes is a' in flame, O then befpyed hir ain dear lord, Then fair, O fair his Mind mifgave, Sa faft as ze can gae. Put on, put on, my wighty men, So faft as ze can drie; For he that is hindmoft of the thrang, Sall nier get guid o' me. Than fum they rade, and fum they rin, Fore faft out-owre the bent; But eir the foremost could get up, Baith lady and babes were brent. |