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I	A
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There was John Gordon an' Archibold	B
An' a yerl's twin sons war they	C
Quhan they war are an' twenty year auld	B
They fell oot on their ae birthday	C
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Turn ye John Gordon nae brither to me	D
Turn ye fause an' fell	E
Or doon ye s' gang as black as a lee	D
To the muckle deevil o' hell	E
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An' quhat for that Archie Gordon I pray	C
Quhat ill hae I dune to thee	D
Twa faced loon ye sail rue this day	C
The answer I'm gauin to gie	F
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For it'll be roucher nor lady Janet's	G
An' loud i' the braid daylicht	C
An' the wa' to speil is my iron mail	H
No her castle wa' by nicht	C
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I speilt the wa' o' her castle braw	C
I' the roarin win' yestreen	I
An' I sat in her bower till the gloamin sta'	C
Licht fittit ahint the mune	I
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Turn ye John Gordon the twasum we s' twin	I
Turn ye an' haud yer ain	I
For ane sall lie on a cauld weet bed	C
An' I downa curse again	I
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O Archie Janet is my true love	J
notna speir leave o' thee	D
Gien that be true the deevil's a sanct	C
An' ye are no tellin a lee	D
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Their suerds they drew an' the fire flauchts flew	K
An' they shiftit wi' fendin feet	C
An' the blude ran doon till the grun a' roun	I
Like a verra bog was weet	C
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O Archie I hae gotten a cauld supper	C
O' steel but shortest grace	L
Ae grip o' yer han' afore ye gang	M
An' turn me upo' my face	L
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But he's turnit himsel upon his heel	N
An' wordless awa he's gane	I
An' the corbie craw i' the aik abune	I
Is roupin for his ain	I
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II	A
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Lady Margaret her hert richt gret	C
Luiks ower the castle wa'	O
Lord Archibold rides oot at the yett	C
Ahint him his merry men a'	P
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Wi' a' his band to the Holy Land	C
He's boune wi' merry din	I
His shouther's doss a Christ's cross	Q
In his breist an ugsome sin	I
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But the cross it brunt him like the fire	C
Its burnin never ceast	C
It brunt in an' in to win at the sin	I
Lay cowerin in his breist	C
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A mile frae the shore o' the Deid Sea	D
The army haltit ae nicht	C
Lord Archie was waukrife an' oot gaed he	D
A walkin i' the munelicht	C
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Dour like he gaed wi' doon hingin heid	C
Quhill he cam by the licht o' the mune	I
Quhaur michty stanes lay scattert like sheep	R
An' ance they worshipt Mahoun	I
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The scruff an' scum o' the deid shore gleamt	C
An' glintit a sauty gray	C
The banes o' the deid stack oot o' its bed	C
The sea lickit them as they lay	C
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He sat him doon on a sunken stane	I
An' he sighit sae dreary an' deep	R
I can thole ohn grutten lyin awauk	M
But he comes whan I'm asleep	R
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I wud gie my soul for ever an' aye	A
Intil en'less dule an' smert	C
To sleep a' nicht like a bairn again	I
An' cule my burnin hert	C
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Oot frae ahint a muckle stane	I
Cam a voice like a huddy craw's	D
Behaud there Archibold Gordon it said	C
Behaud ye hae ower gude cause	D
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I'll say quhat I like quod Archibold	C
Be ye ghaist or deevil or quhat	C
Tak tent lord Archie gien ye be wise	D
The tit winna even the tat	C
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Lord Archibold leuch wi' a loud ha ha	S
Eerisome grousum to hear	C
A bonny bargain auld Cloots wad hae	S
It has ilka faut but fear	C
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Dune lord Archibold craikit the voice	D
Dune Belzie cried he again	I
The gray banes glimmert the white saut shimmert	C
Lord Archie was him lane	I
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Back he gaed straught by the glowerin mune	I
An' doun in his plaid he lay	C
An' soun' he sleepit A ghaist like man	I
Sat by his heid quhill the day	C
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An' quhanever he moanit or turnit him roun	I
Or his broo gae token o' plycht	C
The waukin man i' the sleepin man's lug	M
Wud rown a murgeon o' micht	C
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An' the glint o' a smile wud quaver athort	C
The sleepin cheek sae broun	I
An' a tear atween the ee lids wud stert	C
An' whiles rin fairly doun	I
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An' aye by his lair sat the ghaist like man	I
He watchit his sleep a' nicht	C
An' in mail rust broun wi' his visorne doun	I
Rade at his knee i' the fecht	C
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Nor anis nor twyis the horn helmit chiel	C
Saved him frae deidly dad	C
An' Archie said Gien this be the deil	C
He's no sac black as he's ca'd	C
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But wat ye fu' weel it wasna the deil	C
That tuik lord Archie's pairt	C
But his twin brother John he thoucht deid an' gone	I
Wi' luve like a lowe in his hert	C
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III	A
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Hame cam lord Archibold weary wicht	C
Hame til his ain countree	C
An' he cried quhan his castle rase in sicht	C
Noo Christ me sain an' see	D
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He turnit him roun the man in rust broun	I
Was gane he saw nocht quhair	C
At the ha' door he lichtit him doun	I
Lady Margaret met him there	C
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Reid reid war her een but hie was her mien	I
An' her words war sharp an' sair	C
Welcome Archie to dule an' tene	I
An' welcome ye s' get nae mair	C
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Quhaur is yer twin lord Archibold	C
That lay i' my body wi' thee	D
I miss my mark gien he liesna stark	M
Quhaur the daylicht comesna to see	D
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Lord Archibold dochtna speik a word	C
For his hert was like a stane	I
He turnt him awa an' the huddy craw	C
Was roupin for his ain	I
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Quhaur are ye gaein lord Archie she said	C
Wi' yer lips sae white an' thin	I
Mother gude bye I'm gaein to lie	C
Ance mair wi' my body twin	I
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Up she brade but awa he gaed	C
Straucht for the corbie tree	D
For quhaur he had slain he thoucht to slay	C
An' cast him doon an' dee	D
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God guide us he cried wi' gastit rair	D
Has he lien there ever sin' syne	I
An' he thoucht he saw the banes pykit an' bare	D
Throu the cracks o' his harness shine	I
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Oh Johnnie my brither quo' Archibold	D
Wi' a hert upheavin mane	I
I wad pit my soul i' yer wastit corp	T
To see ye alive again	I
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Haud ye there quod a voice frae oot the helm	U
A man suld heed quhat he says	D
An' the closin joints grippit an' tore the gerse	D
As up the armour rase	D
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Soul ye hae nane to ca' yer ain	I
An' its time to hand yer jaw	C
The sleep it was thine an' the soul it is mine	I
Deil Archie come awa	O
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Auld Hornie quo' Archie twa words to that	D
My burnin hert burns on	I
An' the sleep weel I wat was nae reek frae thy pat	D
For aye I was dreamin o' John	I
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But I carena a plack for a soul sae black	M
Wae's me 'at my mither bore me	D
Put fire i' my breist an' fire at my back	M
But ae minute set Johnnie afore me	D
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The gantlets grippit the helm sae stoot	D
An' liftit frae chin an' broo	D
An' Johnnie himsel keekit smilin oot	D
O Archie I hae ye noo	I
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O' yer wee bit brod I was little the waur	D
I crap awa my lane	I
An' never a deevil cam ye nar	D
'Cep ye coont yer Johnnie ane	I
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Quhare quhylum his brither Johnnie lay	C
Fell Archie upon his knees	D
The words he said I dinna say	C
But I'm sure they warna lees	D