Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men,–
‘We maun draw to a hald.
‘And whatna hald shall we draw to,
My merry men and me?
We will gae straight to Towie house,
To see that fair ladye.’
[The ladye stood on her castle wall,
Beheld baith dale and down;
There she was ‘ware of a host of men
Came riding towards the town.
‘Oh, see ye not, my merry men all,
Oh, see ye not what I see?
Methinks I see a host of men;
I marvel who they be.’
She thought it had been her own wed lord.
As he came riding hame;
It was the traitor, Edom o’ Gordon,
Wha reck’d nae sin nor shame.]
She had nae sooner buskit hersel’,
And putten on her gown,
Till Edom o’ Gordon and his men
Were round about the town.
They had nae sooner supper set,
Nae sooner said the grace,
Till Edom o’ Gordon and his men
Were round about the place.
The ladye ran to her tower head,
As fast as she cou’d hie,
To see if, by her fair speeches,
She cou’d with him agree.
As soon as he saw this ladye fair.
And her yetts all lockit fast,
He fell into a rage of wrath,
And his heart was all aghast.
‘Come down to me, ye ladye gay,
Come down, come down to me;
This night ye shall lye within my arms,
The morn my bride shall be.’
‘I winna come down, ye false Gordon,
I winna come down to thee;
I winna forsake my ain dear lord,
That is sae far frae me.’
‘Gi’e up your house, ye ladye fair,
Gi’e up your house to me;
Or I shall burn yoursel’ therein,
Bot and your babies three.’
‘I winna gi’e up, ye false Gordon,
To nae sic traitor as thee;
Tho’ you shou’d burn mysel’ therein,
Bot and my babies three.
[‘But fetch to me my pistolette,
And charge to me my gun;
For, but if I pierce that bluidy butcher,
My babes we will be undone.’
She stiffly stood on her castle wall,
And let the bullets flee;
She miss’d that bluidy butcher’s heart,
Tho’ she slew other three.]
‘Set fire to the house!’ quo’ the false Gordon,
‘Since better may nae be;
And I will burn hersel’ therein,
Bot and her babies three.’
‘Wae worth, wae worth ye, Jock, my man,
I paid ye weel your fee;
Why pull ye out the grund-wa’-stance,
Lets in the reek to me?
‘And e’en wae worth ye, Jock, my man,
I paid ye weel your hire;
Why pull ye out my grund-wa’-stane,
To me lets in the fire?’
‘Ye paid me weel my hire, ladye,
Ye paid me weel my fee;
But now I’m Edom o’ Gordon’s man,
Maun either do or dee.’
Oh, then out spake her youngest son,
Sat on the nurse’s knee:
Says–‘Mither dear, gi’e o’er this house,
For the reek it smothers me.’
[‘I wou’d gi’e all my gold, my bairn,
Sae wou’d I all my fee,
For ae blast of the westlin’ wind,
To blaw the reek frae thee.]
‘But I winna gi’e up my house, my dear,
To nae sic traitor as he;
Come weal, come woe, my jewels fair,
Ye maun take share with me.’
Oh, then out spake her daughter dear,
She was baith jimp and small:
‘Oh, row me in a pair of sheets,
And tow me o’er the wall.’
They row’d her in a pair of sheets,
And tow’d her o’er the wall;
But on the point of Gordon’s spear
She got a deadly fall.
Oh, bonnie, bonnie was her mouth,
And cherry were her cheeks;
And clear, clear was her yellow hair,
Whereon the red bluid dreeps.
Then with his spear he turn’d her o’er,
Oh, gin her face was wan!
He said–‘You are the first that e’er
I wish’d alive again.’
He turn’d her o’er and o’er again,
Oh, gin her skin was white!
‘I might ha’e spared that bonnie face
To ha’e been some man’s delight.
‘Busk and boun, my merry men all,
For ill dooms I do guess;
I canna look on that bonnie face,
As it lyes on the grass!’
‘Wha looks to freits, my master dear,
Their freits will follow them;
Let it ne’er be said brave Edom o’ Gordon
Was daunted with a dame.’
[But when the ladye saw the fire
Come flaming o’er her head,
She wept, and kissed her children twain;
Said–‘Bairns, we been but dead.’
The Gordon then his bugle blew,
And said–‘Away, away!
The house of Towie is all in a flame,
I hald it time to gae.’]
Oh, then he spied her ain dear lord,
As he came o’er the lea;
He saw his castle all in a flame,
As far as he could see.
Then sair, oh sair his mind misgave,
And oh, his heart was wae!
‘Put on, put on, my wighty men,
As fast as ye can gae.
‘Put on, put on, my wighty men,
As fast as ye can drie;
For he that is hindmost of the thrang
Shall ne’er get gude of me!’
Then some they rade, and some they ran,
Full fast out o’er the bent;
But ere the foremost could win up,
Baith ladye and babes were brent.
[He wrang his hands, he rent his hair,
And wept in tearful mood;
‘Ah, traitors! for this cruel deed,
Ye shall weep tears of bluid.’
And after the Gordon he has gane,
Sae fast as he might drie;
And soon in the Gordon’s foul heart’s bluid
He’s wroken his dear layde.]
And mony were the mudie men
Lay gasping on the green;
And mony were the fair ladyes
Lay lemanless at hame.
And mony were the mudie men
Lay gasping on the green;
For of fifty men the Gordon brocht,
There were but five gaed hame.
And round, and round the walls he went,
Their ashes for to view;
At last into the flames he flew,
And bade the world adieu.
Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men,
‘We maun draw to a hauld.
‘And whatna hauld sall we draw to,
My merry men and me?
We will gae to the house of the Rodes,
To see that fair ladye.’
The lady stood on her castle wa’,
Beheld baith dale and down;
There she was aware of a host of men
Came riding towards the town.
‘O see ye not, my merry men a’,
O see ye not what I see?
Methinks I see a host of men;
I marvel who they be.’
She ween’d it had been her lovely lord,
As he cam’ riding hame;
It was the traitor, Edom o’ Gordon,
Wha reck’d nor sin nor shame.
She had na sooner buskit hersell,
And putten on her gown,
Till Edom o’ Gordon an’ his men
Were round about the town.
They had nae sooner supper set,
Nae sooner said the grace,
But Edom o’ Gordon an’ his men
Were lighted about the place.
The lady ran up to her tower-head,
As fast as she could hie,
To see if by her fair speeches
She could wi’ him agree.
‘Come doun to me, ye lady gay,
Come doun, come doun to me;
This night sall ye lig within mine arms,
To-morrow my bride sall be.’
‘I winna come down, ye fause Gordon,
I winna come down to thee;
I winna forsake my ain dear lord,–
And he is na far frae me.’
‘Gie owre your house, ye lady fair,
Gie owre your house to me;
Or I sall burn yoursell therein,
But an your babies three.’
‘I winna gie owre, ye fause Gordon,
To nae sic traitor as thee;
And if ye burn my ain dear babes,
My lord sall mak’ ye dree.
‘Now reach my pistol, Glaud, my man,
And charge ye weel my gun;
For, but an I pierce that bluidy butcher,
My babes, we been undone!’
She stood upon her castle wa’,
And let twa bullets flee:
She miss’d that bluidy butcher’s heart,
And only razed his knee.
‘Set fire to the house!’ quo’ fause Gordon,
Wud wi’ dule and ire:
‘Faus ladye, ye sall rue that shot
As ye burn in the fire!’
‘Wae worth, wae worth ye, Jock, my man!
I paid ye weel your fee;
Why pu’ ye out the grund-wa’ stane,
Lets in the reek to me?
‘And e’en wae worth ye, Jock, my man!
I paid ye weel your hire;
Why pu’ ye out the grund-wa’ stane,
To me lets in the fire?’
‘Ye paid me weel my hire, ladye,
Ye paid me weel my fee:
But now I’m Edom o’ Gordon’s man,–
Maun either do or dee.’
O then bespake her little son,
Sat on the nurse’s knee:
Says, ‘`O mither dear, gie owre this house,
For the reek it smothers me.’
‘I wad gie a’ my goud, my bairn,
Sae wad I a’ my fee,
For ae blast o’ the western wind,
To blaw the reek frae thee.’
O then bespake the daughter dear,–
She was baith jimp and sma’:
‘O row me in a pair o’ sheets,
A tow me owre the wa’!’
They row’d her in a pair o’ sheets,
And tow’d her owre the wa’;
But on the point o’ Gordon’s spear
She gat a deadly fa’.
O bonnie, bonnie was her mouth,
And cherry were her cheeks,
And clear, clear was her yellow hair,
Whereon her red blood dreeps.
Then wi’ his spear he turn’d her owre;
O gin her face was wan!
He said, ‘Ye are the first that e’er
I wish’d alive again.’
He cam and lookit again at her;
O gin her skin was white!
‘I might hae spared that bonnie face
To hae been some man’s delight.’
‘Busk and boun, my merry men a’,
For ill dooms I do guess;–
I cannot look on that bonnie face
As it lies on the grass.’
‘Wha looks to freits, my master dear,
Its freits will follow them;
Let it ne’er be said that Edom o’ Gordon
Was daunted by a dame.’
But when the ladye saw the fire
Come–flaming o’er her head,
She wept, and kiss’d her children twain,
Says, ‘Bairns, we been but dead.’
The Gordon then his bugle blew,
And said, ‘Awa’, awa’!
This house o’ the Rodes is a’ in a flame;
I hauld it time to ga’.’
And this way lookit her ain dear lord,
As he came owre the lea;
He saw his castle a’ in a lowe,
Sae far as he could see.
‘Put on, put on, my wighty men,
As fast as ye can dri’e!
For he that’s hindmost o’ the thrang
Sall ne’er get good o’ me.’
Then some they rade, and some they ran,
Out-owre the grass and bent;
But ere the foremost could win up,
Baith lady and babes were brent.
And after the Gordon he is gane,
Sae fast as he might dri’e;
And soon i’ the Gordon’s foul heart’s blude
He’s wroken his fair ladye.
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Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men,
‘We maun draw to a hauld.
‘And what a hauld sall we draw to,
My merry men and me?
We will gae to the house o’ the Rodes,
To see that fair ladye.’
The lady stood on her castle wa’,
Beheld baith dale and down;
There she was ware of a host of men
Cam riding towards the town.
‘O see ye not, my merry men a’,
O see ye not what I see?
Methinks I see a host of men;
I marvel wha they be.’
She ween’d it had been her lovely lord,
As he cam riding hame;
It was the traitor, Edom o’ Gordon,
Wha reck’d nae sin nor shame.
She had nae sooner buskit hersell,
And putten on her gown,
But Edom o’ Gordon an’ his men
Were round about the town.
They had nae sooner supper set,
Nae sooner said the grace,
But Edom o’ Gordon an’ his men
Were lighted about the place.
The lady ran up to her tower-head,
Sae fast as she could hie,
To see if by her fair speeches
She could wi’ him agree.
‘Come doun to me, ye lady gay,
Come doun, come doun to me;
This night sall ye lig within mine arms,
To-morrow my bride sall be.’
‘I winna come down, ye fals Gordon,
I winna come down to thee;
I winna forsake my ain dear lord,
That is sae far frae me.’
‘Gie owre your house, ye lady fair,
Gie owre your house to me;
Or I sall brenn yoursel therein,
But and your babies three.’
‘I winna gie owre, ye fals Gordon,
To nae sic traitor as yee;
And if ye brenn my ain dear babes,
My lord sall mak ye dree.
‘Now reach my pistol, Glaud, my man,
And charge ye weel my gun;
For, but an I pierce that bluidy butcher,
My babes, we been undone!’
She stood upon her castle wa’,
And let twa bullets flee:
She miss’d that bluidy butcher’s heart,
And only razed his knee.
‘Set fire to the house!’ quo’ fals Gordon,
All wud wi’ dule and ire:
‘Fals lady, ye sall rue this deid
As ye brenn in the fire!’
Wae worth, wae worth ye, Jock, my man!
I paid ye weel your fee;
Why pu’ ye out the grund-wa’ stane,
Lets in the reek to me?
‘And e’en wae worth ye, Jock, my man!
I paid ye weel your hire;
Why pu’ ye out the grund-wa’ stane,
To me lets in the fire?’
‘Ye paid me weel my hire, ladye,
Ye paid me weel my fee:
But now I’m Edom o’ Gordon’s man–
Maun either do or die.’
O then bespake her little son,
Sat on the nurse’s knee:
Says, ‘Mither dear, gie owre this house,
For the reek it smithers me.’
‘I wad gie a’ my gowd, my bairn,
Sae wad I a’ my fee,
For ae blast o’ the western wind,
To blaw the reek frae thee.’
O then bespake her dochter dear–
She was baith jimp and sma’:
‘O row me in a pair o’ sheets,
And tow me owre the wa’!’
They row’d her in a pair o’ sheets,
And tow’d her owre the wa’;
But on the point o’ Gordon’s spear
She gat a deadly fa’.
O bonnie, bonnie was her mouth,
And cherry were her cheiks,
And clear, clear was her yellow hair,
Whereon the red blood dreips.
Then wi’ his spear he turn’d her owre;
O gin her face was wane!
He said, ‘Ye are the first that e’er
I wish’d alive again.’
He turn’d her owre and owre again;
O gin her skin was white!
‘I might hae spared that bonnie face
To hae been some man’s delight.
‘Busk and boun, my merry men a’,
For ill dooms I do guess;
I canna look in that bonnie face
As it lies on the grass.’
‘Wha looks to freits, my master dear,
It ‘s freits will follow them;
Let it ne’er be said that Edom o’ Gordon
Was daunted by a dame.’
But when the lady saw the fire
Come flaming owre her head,
She wept, and kiss’d her children twain,
Says, ‘Bairns, we been but dead.’
The Gordon then his bugle blew,
And said, ‘Awa’, awa’!
This house o’ the Rodes is a’ in a flame;
I hauld it time to ga’.’
And this way lookit her ain dear lord,
As he cam owre the lea;
He saw his castle a’ in a lowe,
As far as he could see.
The sair, O sair, his mind misgave,
And all his heart was wae:
‘Put on, put on, my wighty men,
Sae fast as ye can gae.
‘Put on, put on, my wighty men,
Sae fast as ye can drie!
For he that ‘s hindmost o’ the thrang
Sall ne’er get good o’ me.’
Then some they rade, and some they ran,
Out-owre the grass and bent;
But ere the foremost could win up,
Baith lady and babes were brent.
And after the Gordon he is gane,
Sae fast as he might drie;
And soon i’ the Gordon’s foul heart’s blude
He ‘s wroken his dear ladye.
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Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men,
‘We maun draw to a hauld.
‘And whatna hauld sall we draw to,
My merry men and me?
We will gae to the house of the Rodes,
To see that fair ladye.’
The lady stood on her castle wa’,
Beheld baith dale and down;
There she was aware of a host of men
Came riding towards the town.
‘O see ye not, my merry men a’,
O see ye not what I see?
Methinks I see a host of men;
I marvel who they be.’
She ween’d it had been her lovely lord,
As he cam’ riding hame;
It was the traitor, Edom o’ Gordon,
Wha reck’d nor sin nor shame.
She had na sooner buskit hersell,
And putten on her gown,
Till Edom o’ Gordon an’ his men
Were round about the town.
They had nae sooner supper set,
Nae sooner said the grace,
But Edom o’ Gordon an’ his men
Were lighted about the place.
The lady ran up to her tower-head,
As fast as she could hie,
To see if by her fair speeches
She could wi’ him agree.
‘Come doun to me, ye lady gay,
Come doun, come doun to me;
This night sall ye lig within mine arms,
To-morrow my bride sall be.’
‘I winna come down, ye fause Gordon,
I winna come down to thee;
I winna forsake my ain dear lord,-
And he is na far frae me.’
‘Gie owre your house, ye lady fair,
Gie owre your house to me;
Or I sall burn yoursell therein,
But an your babies three.’
‘I winna gie owre, ye fause Gordon,
To nae sic traitor as thee;
And if ye burn my ain dear babes,
My lord sall mak’ ye dree.
‘Now reach my pistol, Glaud, my man,
And charge ye weel my gun;
For, but an I pierce that bluidy butcher,
My babes, we been undone!’
She stood upon her castle wa’,
And let twa bullets flee:
She miss’d that bluidy butcher’s heart,
And only razed his knee.
‘Set fire to the house!’ quo’ fause Gordon,
Wud wi’ dule and ire:
‘Faus ladye, ye sall rue that shot
As ye burn in the fire!’
‘Wae worth, wae worth ye, Jock, my man!
I paid ye weel your fee;
Why pu’ ye out the grund-wa’ stane,
Lets in the reek to me?
‘And e’en wae worth ye, Jock, my man!
I paid ye weel your hire;
Why pu’ ye out the grund-wa’ stane,
To me lets in the fire?’
‘Ye paid me weel my hire, ladye,
Ye paid me weel my fee:
But now I’m Edom o’ Gordon’s man,-
Maun either do or dee.’
O then bespake her little son,
Sat on the nurse’s knee:
Says, ‘`O mither dear, gie owre this house,
For the reek it smothers me.’
‘I wad gie a’ my goud, my bairn,
Sae wad I a’ my fee,
For ae blast o’ the western wind,
To blaw the reek frae thee.’
O then bespake the daughter dear,-
She was baith jimp and sma’:
‘O row me in a pair o’ sheets,
A tow me owre the wa’!’
They row’d her in a pair o’ sheets,
And tow’d her owre the wa’;
But on the point o’ Gordon’s spear
She gat a deadly fa’.
O bonnie, bonnie was her mouth,
And cherry were her cheeks,
And clear, clear was her yellow hair,
Whereon her red blood dreeps.
Then wi’ his spear he turn’d her owre;
O gin her face was wan!
He said, ‘Ye are the first that e’er
I wish’d alive again.’
He cam and lookit again at her;
O gin her skin was white!
‘I might hae spared that bonnie face
To hae been some man’s delight.’
‘Busk and boun, my merry men a’,
For ill dooms I do guess;-
I cannot look on that bonnie face
As it lies on the grass.’
‘Wha looks to freits, my master dear,
Its freits will follow them;
Let it ne’er be said that Edom o’ Gordon
Was daunted by a dame.’
But when the ladye saw the fire
Come-flaming o’er her head,
She wept, and kiss’d her children twain,
Says, ‘Bairns, we been but dead.’
The Gordon then his bugle blew,
And said, ‘Awa’, awa’!
This house o’ the Rodes is a’ in a flame;
I hauld it time to ga’.’
And this way lookit her ain dear lord,
As he came owre the lea;
He saw his castle a’ in a lowe,
Sae far as he could see.
‘Put on, put on, my wighty men,
As fast as ye can dri’e!
For he that’s hindmost o’ the thrang
Sall ne’er get good o’ me.’
Then some they rade, and some they ran,
Out-owre the grass and bent;
But ere the foremost could win up,
Baith lady and babes were brent.
And after the Gordon he is gane,
Sae fast as he might dri’e;
And soon i’ the Gordon’s foul heart’s blude
He’s wroken his fair ladye.
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Said Edom o’ Gordon to his men,
‘We maun draw to a hauld.
‘And quhat a hauld sall we draw till,
My mirry men and me?
We wul gae to the house o’ the Rodes,
To see that fair ladie.’
The lady stude on hir castle wa’,
Beheld baith dale and down,
There she was ware of a host of men,
Cum ryding towards the toun.
‘O see ze nat, my mirry men a’?
O see ze nat quhat I see?
Methinks I see a host of men:
I marveil quha they be.’
She weend it had been hir luvely lord,
As he cam ryding hame;
It was the traitor Edom o’ Gordon,
Quha reckt nae sin nor shame.
She had nae sooner buskit hirsel,
And putten on hir goun,
Till Edom o’ Gordon and his men
Were round about the toun.
They had nae sooner supper sett,
Nae sooner said the grace,
Till Edom o’ Gordon and his men
Were light about the place.
The lady ran up to hir towir head,
Sa fast as she could hie,
To see if by her fair speeches,
She could wi’ him agree.
But quhan he see this lady saif,
And hir yates all locked fast,
He fell into a rage of wrath,
And his look was all aghast.
‘Cum doun to me, ze lady gay,
Cum doun, cum doune to me;
This night sall ye lig within mine armes,
To-morrow my bride shall be.’
‘I winnae cum doun, ze fals Gordon,
I winnae cum doun to thee;
I winnae forsake my ain dear lord,
That is sae far frae me.’
‘Give owre zour house, ze lady fair,
Give owre zour house to me,
OR I sall brenn yoursel therein,
Bot and zour babies three.’
‘I winnae give owre, ze fals Gordon,
To nae sik traitor as zee;
And if ze brenn my ain dear babes,
My lord sall make ze drie.
‘But reach me hether my guid bend-bowe,
Mine arrows one by one;
For, but an I pierce that bluidy butcher,
My babes we been undone.’
She stude upon her castle wa’,
And let twa arrows flee;
She mist 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 lady, ze sall 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’ stane,
Lets in the reek to me?
‘And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man,
I paid e weil zour hire;
Quhy pow ze out the ground-wa’ stane,
To me lets in the fire?’
‘Ze paid me weil my hire, lady;
Ze paid me weil my fee;
But now I’m Edom o’ Gordons man,
Maun either doe or die.’
O than bespaik hir little son,
Sate on the nourice’ knee,
Sayes, ‘Mither deare, gi owre this house,
For the reek it smithers me.’
‘I wad gie a’ my gowd, my childe,
Sae wad I a’ my fee,
For ane blast o’ the westlin wind,
To blaw the reek frae thee.’
O then bespaik hir dochter dear,
She was baith jim[ and sma:
‘O row me in a pair o’ sheits,
And tow me owre the wa.’
The rowd hir in a pair o’ sheits,
And towd hir owre the wa;
But on the point of Gordons spear
She gat a deadly fa.
O bonnie, bonnie was hir mouth,
And cherry were hir cheiks,
And clear, clear was hir zellow hair,
Whereon the reid bluid dreips.
Then wi’ his spear he turnd hir owre;
O gin her face was wan!
He sayd, ‘Ze are the first that eir
I wisht alive again.’
He turnd hir owre and owre again;
O gin hir skin was whyte!
‘I might ha spared that bonnie face,
To hae been sum mans delyte.
‘Busk and boun, my merry man a’,
For ill dooms I doe guess;
I cannae luik in that bonny face,
As it lyes on the grass.’
‘Thame luiks to freits, my master deir,
Then freits wil follow thame;
Let it neir be said brave Edom o’ Gordon
Was daunted by a dame.’
But quhen the ladye see the fire
Cum flaming owre hir head,
She wept and kist her children twain,
Sayd, ‘Bairns, we been but dead.’
The Gordon then his bougill blew,
And said, ‘Awa’, awa’;
This horse o’ the Rodes is a’ in flame,
I hauld it time to ga’.’
O then he spyed hir ain dear lord,
As hee cam owr the lee;
He sied his castle all in blaze
Sa far as he could see.
Then sair, O sair his mind misgave,
And all his hart was wae;
‘Put on, put on, my wighty men,
So fast as ze can gae.
‘Put on, put on, my wighty men,
So fast as ze can drie;
For he that is hindmost of the thrang,
Sall neir get guid o’ me.’
Than sum they rade, and sum they rin,
Fou fast out-owr the bent;
But eir the foremost could get up,
Baith lady and babes were brent.
He wrang his hands, he rent his hair,
And wept in teenefu’ muid:
‘O traitors, for this cruel deid
Ze sall weep teirs o’ bluid.’
And after the Gordon he is gane,
Sa fast as he might drie;
And soon i’ the Gordon’s foul hartis bluid
He’s wroken his dear ladie.