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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 and your babies three." “I winna gie owre, ye fause Gordon,
To nae sic traitor as thee. And if ye
ain dear babes, My lord sall mak'
And charge ye weel my gun;
My babes, we been undone!”
And let twa bullets flee:
And only razed his knee. “ Set fire to the house !” quo' fause Gordon,
Wud? wi' dule and ire : “ Fause ladye, ye sall rue that shot, As ye
burn in the fire !”. “ Wae worth, wae worth ye,
your Why pu' ye out the grund-wa' stane,
Lets in the reek to me ?
I paid ye
“ And e'en wae worth ye, Jock, my man!
I paid ye weel your hire;
To me lets in the fire ?"
· Wud, mad.
“ Ye paid me weel my hire, ladye,
Ye paid me weel my fee:
Maun either do or dee.”
O then bespake her little son,
Sat on the nurse's knee : Says, “ Mither dear, gie owre this house,
For the reek it smothers me."
“ I wad yie a' my gowd, my bairn,
Sae wad I a'
To blaw the reek frae thee."
O then bespake her daughter 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 cheeks,
Whereon the red blood dreeps.
Then wi' his spear he turn’d her owre;
O gin her face was wan!
I wish'd alive again.”
He turn'd her owre and owre again ;
O gin her skin was white !
“ Busk and boun, my merry men a',
For ill dooms I do guess ;-
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'.”
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 !
Sall ne'er get good o' me.”
· Freits, (frights?), ill-omens, ill-luck.
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.
PHILLIDA AND CORYDON.
N the merry month of May,
In a morn, by break of day,
Love, which had been long deluded,
WHERE hae ye been, Lord Randal, my
O where hae ye been, my handsome young man?" " I hae been to the wood; mother, make my
bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain would lie
“Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young
“I dined wi' my love; mother, make my bed soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain would lie
down." “ What gat ye to dinner, Lord Randal, my son ? What gat ye to dinner, my ha some young man ?” I eels boil'd in broo'; mother, make bed
soon, For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain would lie
down.” “And where are your bloodhounds, Lord Randal,
my son ?
And where are your bloodhounds, my handsome
young man ?”