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It fell about the Martinmas	A
When the wind blew shrill and cauld	B
Said Edom o' Gordon to his men	C
We maun draw to a hald	B
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And whatna hald shall we draw to	B
My merry men and me	D
We will gae straight to Towie house	A
To see that fair ladye	E
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The ladye stood on her castle wall	F
Beheld baith dale and down	G
There she was 'ware of a host of men	C
Came riding towards the town	G
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Oh see ye not my merry men all	F
Oh see ye not what I see	D
Methinks I see a host of men	C
I marvel who they be	D
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She thought it had been her own wed lord	B
As he came riding hame	D
It was the traitor Edom o' Gordon	H
Wha reck'd nae sin nor shame	D
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She had nae sooner buskit hersel'	F
And putten on her gown	G
Till Edom o' Gordon and his men	C
Were round about the town	G
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They had nae sooner supper set	B
Nae sooner said the grace	A
Till Edom o' Gordon and his men	C
Were round about the place	A
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The ladye ran to her tower head	B
As fast as she cou'd hie	I
To see if by her fair speeches	A
She cou'd with him agree	D
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As soon as he saw this ladye fair	J
And her yetts all lockit fast	B
He fell into a rage of wrath	K
And his heart was all aghast	B
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Come down to me ye ladye gay	L
Come down come down to me	D
This night ye shall lye within my arms	A
The morn my bride shall be	D
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I winna come down ye false Gordon	H
I winna come down to thee	D
I winna forsake my ain dear lord	B
That is sae far frae me	D
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Gi'e up your house ye ladye fair	J
Gi'e up your house to me	D
Or I shall burn yoursel' therein	M
Bot and your babies three	D
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I winna gi'e up ye false Gordon	H
To nae sic traitor as thee	D
Tho' you shou'd burn mysel' therein	M
Bot and my babies three	D
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But fetch to me my pistolette	B
And charge to me my gun	H
For but if I pierce that bluidy butcher	N
My babes we will be undone	H
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She stiffly stood on her castle wall	F
And let the bullets flee	D
She miss'd that bluidy butcher's heart	B
Tho' she slew other three	D
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Set fire to the house quo' the false Gordon	H
Since better may nae be	D
And I will burn hersel' therein	M
Bot and her babies three	D
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Wae worth wae worth ye Jock my man	O
I paid ye weel your fee	D
Why pull ye out the grund wa' stance	A
Lets in the reek to me	D
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And e'en wae worth ye Jock my man	O
I paid ye weel your hire	N
Why pull ye out my grund wa' stane	O
To me lets in the fire	N
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Ye paid me weel my hire ladye	E
Ye paid me weel my fee	D
But now I'm Edom o' Gordon's man	O
Maun either do or dee	D
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Oh then out spake her youngest son	O
Sat on the nurse's knee	D
Says Mither dear gi'e o'er this house	A
For the reek it smothers me	D
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I wou'd gi'e all my gold my bairn	D
Sae wou'd I all my fee	D
For ae blast of the westlin' wind	B
To blaw the reek frae thee	D
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But I winna gi'e up my house my dear	P
To nae sic traitor as he	D
Come weal come woe my jewels fair	J
Ye maun take share with me	D
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Oh then out spake her daughter dear	P
She was baith jimp and small	F
Oh row me in a pair of sheets	A
And tow me o'er the wall	F
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They row'd her in a pair of sheets	A
And tow'd her o'er the wall	F
But on the point of Gordon's spear	P
She got a deadly fall	F
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Oh bonnie bonnie was her mouth	Q
And cherry were her cheeks	A
And clear clear was her yellow hair	J
Whereon the red bluid dreeps	A
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Then with his spear he turn'd her o'er	N
Oh gin her face was wan	D
He said You are the first that e'er	N
I wish'd alive again	D
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He turn'd her o'er and o'er again	D
Oh gin her skin was white	B
I might ha'e spared that bonnie face	A
To ha'e been some man's delight	B
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Busk and boun my merry men all	F
For ill dooms I do guess	A
I canna look on that bonnie face	A
As it lyes on the grass	A
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Wha looks to freits my master dear	P
Their freits will follow them	D
Let it ne'er be said brave Edom o' Gordon	D
Was daunted with a dame	D
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But when the ladye saw the fire	N
Come flaming o'er her head	B
She wept and kissed her children twain	D
Said Bairns we been but dead	B
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The Gordon then his bugle blew	F
And said Away away	L
The house of Towie is all in a flame	D
I hald it time to gae	R
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Oh then he spied her ain dear lord	B
As he came o'er the lea	D
He saw his castle all in a flame	D
As far as he could see	D
	-
Then sair oh sair his mind misgave	D
And oh his heart was wae	L
Put on put on my wighty men	D
As fast as ye can gae	R
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Put on put on my wighty men	D
As fast as ye can drie	N
For he that is hindmost of the thrang	R
Shall ne'er get gude of me	D
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Then some they rade and some they ran	D
Full fast out o'er the bent	B
But ere the foremost could win up	S
Baith ladye and babes were brent	B
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He wrang his hands he rent his hair	N
And wept in tearful mood	B
Ah traitors for this cruel deed	B
Ye shall weep tears of bluid	B
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And after the Gordon he has gane	D
Sae fast as he might drie	N
And soon in the Gordon's foul heart's bluid	B
He's wroken his dear layde	B
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And mony were the mudie men	D
Lay gasping on the green	D
And mony were the fair ladyes	D
Lay lemanless at hame	D
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And mony were the mudie men	D
Lay gasping on the green	D
For of fifty men the Gordon brocht	B
There were but five gaed hame	D
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And round and round the walls he went	B
Their ashes for to view	D
At last into the flames he flew	D
And bade the world adieu	D

Andrew Lang

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