Edom O Gordon

It fell aboot the Martinmas time

When the wind blew shrill and cauld

Cried Edom o' Gordon tae his men

"We maun draw tae some hauld"

"Whit hauld, whit hauld," cried his merry men

"Whit hauld sal we gang tae?"

"It's tae Towie's Hoose that we maun ride

And see yon fair lady"

She thocht it was her ain dear lord

That she saw ridin' hame

But was the traitor Edom o' Gordon

That rik nae sin nor shame

"Come doon, come doon, Lady Campbell," he cried

"And gie yer hoose tae me

Or else this nicht I swear I'll burn

Ye an' yer bairnies three"

"I winna come doon," the lady cried

"For laird nor yet for loon

Nor yet for any rank robber

That comes frae Auchendoon"

The lady frae the battlements

Twa bullets she let flee

But it missed its mark wi' Gordon

For it scarcely grazed his knee

"Lady Campbell," the Gordon cried

"That shot will cost you dear"

An' he has ca'ed tae his ain Jock

Tae bring the faggots near

"I winna come doon, ye fause Gordon

I winna gie up tae ye

I winna forsake ma ain dear lord

That is sae far frae me"

Then up and spak her youngest son

Sat on the nooris's knee

"Oh open the door and let me oot

For this reek is choking me"

"I wid gie up ma gowd," she cried

"Ma siller and ma fee

For a blast o' the whistling wind

Tae blaw this reek frae me"

Then oot an' spak her dochter dear

She wis baith jimp and sma'

"Oh row me in a pair o' sheets

And throw me ower the wa'"

They rowed her in a pair o' sheets

And threw her ower the wa'

But on the point o' the Gordon's sword

She got a deidly fa'

Then Gordon turned her ower and ower

And oh her face was white

Ah micht had spared that bonny face

Tae be some man's delight

Oh pity on yon fair castle

That was biggit wi' stane and lime

And wae for Lady Campbell herself

Burnt wi' her bairnies nine

Oh three o' them were mairried wives

And three o' them were bairns

And three o' them were leal maidens

That ne'er lay in young men's airms

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