ANONYMOUS

'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.

6 Set fire to the house ! ' quo' fals Gordon,

All wud wi' dule and ire : 1 Fals lady, ye sail 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.'

wnd] mad. grund-wa'] ground-wall.

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