"Ye paid me weil my hire, lady; But now I'm Edom o' Gordon's man, O than1 bespake her little son, "I wad gie a' ny gowd, my child, For ane blast o' the westlin wind, O then bespake her dochter dear, "O row me in a pair o' sheets, They rowd her in a pair o' sheets, O bonnie, bonnie was her mouth, And clear, clear was her yellow hair, Then wi' his spear he turnd her owre; He turnd her owre and owre again; 66 Busk and boun, my merry men a', I cannae luik in that bonny face, "Thame luiks to frets, my master dear, Then frets will follow thame; Let it n'er be said brave Edom o' Gordon Was daunted by a dame." 1 [Red.] "[Drip.] 3[But: as we say, Oh, but it 's cold!] But when the lady see the fire Cum flaming owre her head, She wept and kissed her children twain, Said, "Bairns, we been but dead." The Gordon then his bugle blew, This house o' the Rodes is a' in flame, I hauld it time to ga'.' O then he spied her ain dear lord, He seed his castle all in blaze Sa far as he could see. Then sair. O sair his mind misgave, Put on, put on, my wighty men, For he that is hindmost of the thrang, Than sum they rade, and sum they rin, Baith lady and babes were brent. He wrang his hands, he rent his hair, And wept in teenefu'1 muid : "O traitors, for this cruel deed Ye sall weep tears o' bluid." 1[Sorrowful.] And after the Gordon he is gane, Sa fast as he might dree; And soon i' the Gordon's foul heart's bluid, He's wroken1 his dear ladie. Edom o' Gordon was printed at Glasgow, by Robert and Andrew Foulis, 1755, 8vo (twelve pages). We are indebted for its publication (with many other valuable things in these volumes) to Sir David Dalrymple, Bart., who gave it as it was preserved in the memory of a lady. The reader will here find it improved, and enlarged with several fine stanzas, recovered from a fragment of the same ballad, in the Editor's folio MS. It is remarkable that the latter is entitled Captain Adam Carre, and is in the English idiom. But whether the author was English or Scotch, the difference originally was not great. The English ballads are generally of the north of England, the Scottish are of the south of Scotland; and of consequence the country of ballad-singers was sometimes subject to one crown, and sometimes to the other, and most frequently to neither. Most of the finest old Scotch songs have the scene laid within twenty miles of England; which is indeed all poetic ground, green hills, remains of woods, clear brooks. The pastoral scenes remain: of the rude chivalry of former ages, happily nothing remains but the ruins of the castles, where the more daring and successful robbers resided. The house or castle of the RODES, stood about a measured mile 1[Revenged.] |