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She weend it had been hir luvely lord,
As he cam ryding hame;

It was the traitor Edom o' Gordon,
Quha reckt nae fin nor fhame.

She had nae fooner buskit, hirfel,.
And putten on hir goun,

Till Edom o' Gordon and his men
"Where round about the toun.

They had nae fooner fupper fett,
Nae fooner faid the grace,
Till Edom o' Gordon and his men,.
Were light about the place.

The lady ran up to hir towir head,.
Sa faft as fhe could drie,
To fee if by hir fair speeches.
She could wi' him agree.

But quhan he fee this lady faif,
And hir yates all locked faft,
He fell into a rage of wrath,
And his hart was all aghaft.

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,
I winnae cum doun to thee;
I winnae forfake my ain dear lord,
That is fae far frae me.

Give owre zour house, ze lady fair,
Give owre zour house to me,
Or I fall brenn yourfel therein,
Bot and zour babies three.

I winnae give owre, ze false Gordon,
To nae fik traitor as zee;
And if ze brenn my ain dear babes,
My lord fall make ze drie.

But reach my piftol, Glaud, my man,
And charge ze weil my gun:
For, but if I pierce that bluidy butcher,
My babes we been undone.

She ftude upon hir castle wa,
And let twa bullets flee:
She mift that bluidy butchers hart,
And only raz'd his knee.

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,
Lets in the reek to mee?

And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man,
I paid ze weil zour hire;
Quhy pow ze out the ground-wa ftane,
To me lets in the fire?

Ze paid me weil my hire, lady;
Ze paid me weil my fee:
But now Ime Edom o' Gordons man,
Maun either doe or die.

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,
Sae wad I a' my fee,

For ane blast o' the weftlin wind,
To blaw the reek frae thee.

O then befpaik hir dochter dear,
She was baith jimp and sma:
O row me in a pair o' fheits,

And tow me owre the wa

They rowd hir in a pair o' fheits,

And towd hir owre the wa:
But on the point of Gordons fpear,
She gat a deadlye fa.

O bonnie bonnie was her mouth,
And cherry wer hir chieks,
And clear clear was hir zellow hair,
Whereon the reid bluid dreips.

Then wi' his fpear he turnd hir owre,
O gin her face was wan!
He fayd, Ze are the first that eir
I wifht alive again.

He turned hir owre and owre again,
O gin hir skin was whyte!
I might ha spared that bonnie face
To hae been fum mans delyte.

Busk and boun, my mirry men a',
For ill dooms I do guefs;
I cannae luik in that bonnie face,
As it lyes on the grass.

Thame, luiks to freits, my mafter deir,
Then freits wil follow thame:

Let it nier be faid brave Edom o' Gordon
Was daunted by a dame.

But quhen the ladye fee the fire

Cum flaming owre hir head,
She wept and kift her children twain,
Sayd, Bairns, we been but dead.

The Gordon then his bougill blew,
And faid, Aw', awa;

This house o' the Rodes is a' in flame,
I hauld it time to ga'.

O then befpyed hir ain dear lord,
As he came owre the lee;
He fied his caftle-all in a blaze
So far as he could fee.

Then fair, O fair his Mind mifgave,
And all his hart was wae:
Put on, put on, my wighty men,

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.

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