*53* ADAM OF GORDON IT fell about the Martinmas, When the wind blew shrill and cold, 'And whatna hold shall we draw to, My merry men and me? 'We will go to the house of Rodes, The lady stood on her castle wall; There she was aware of a host of men 'O see ye not, my merry men all, She had no sooner buskit herself, Till Adam of Gordon and his men The lady ran to her tower-head, 'Give o'er your house, ye lady fair, 4 maun draw to a hold, must go to a castle 12 town, walled dwelling-place. 28 but and, and also 7 Rodes, Rothes 17 buskit, dressed 'I winna give o'er, ye false Gordon, 'And if ye burn my ain dear babes, Woe worth, woe worth ye, Jock, my man; I paid ye well your fee ; 'Why pull ye out the grund-wa' stone, 'Lets in the reek to me? 'And e'en woe worth ye, Jock, my man! 'Why pull ye out the grund-wa' stone, -' Ye paid me well my hire, ladye, ( But now I'm Adam of Gordon's man,- O then bespake her little son, Sat on the nurse's knee; Says, ' O mither dear, give o'er this house! -‘I winna give up my house, my dear, 'To no sic traitor as he : Come weel, come woe, my jewel fair, 'Ye maun take share with me.' O then bespake her daughter dear,- 29 winna, will not 32 dree, suffer for it 34 fee, wages 44 dee, die 55 row, roll They row'd her in a pair of sheets, O bonnie, bonnie was her mouth, Then with his spear he turn'd her o'er ; He said, 'Ye are the first that e'er 'Busk and boun, my merry men all, But when the ladye saw the fire She wept, and kiss'd her children twain, -O this way look'd her own dear lord, As he came o'er the lea; He saw his castle all in a lowe, 'Put on, put on, my mighty men, 'For he that's hindmost of the thrang 66 gin, if 70 I see evil coming 69 busk and boun, prepare and get ready 79 lowe, red flame 82 dri'e, drive Then some they rade, and some they ran, But ere the foremost could win up, And after the Gordon he is gane, Sae fast as he might dri'e; And soon i' the Gordon's foul heart's blood He's wroken his fair ladye. * 54 * HUNTING SONG THE hunt is up, the hunt is up, And it is well nigh day; And Harry our king is gone hunting Unknown The east is bright with morning light, And the merry horn wakes up the morn Behold the skies with golden dyes Are glowing all around; The grass is green, and so are the treen The horses snort to be at sport, The dogs are running free, The woods rejoice at the merry noise Of Hey tantara tee ree! The sun is glad to see us clad All in our lusty green, And smiles in the sky as he riseth high To see and to be seen. 87 win, come 92 wroken, revenged 11 treen, trees 18 green, dress Awake all men, I say again, Be merry as you may; For Harry our king is gone hunting, To bring his deer to bay. Unknown * 55 * THE RETIRED CAT A POET'S cat, sedate and grave Lodged with convenience in the fork, And ready to be borne to court. But love of change it seems has place Not only in our wiser race; Cats also feel, as well as we, That passion's force, and so did she. Was cold and comfortless within: 1 sedate, sober 3 addicted, fond of 7 debonair, cheerful II solace, comfort 15 dressed in the height of fashion 14 nymph, young lady 23 utensil, the watering-pot |