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EDOM O' GORDON
v She ween'd it had been her lovely lord,
As he cam riding hame ; It was the traitor, Edom o' Gordon,
Wha reck'd nae sin nor shame.
She had nae sooner buskit hersell,
And putten on her gown, But Edom o' Gordon an' his men
Were round about the town.
They had nae sooner supper set,
Nae sooner said the grace, But Edom o' Gordon an his men
Were lighted about the place.
The lady ran up to her tower-head,
Sae fast as she could hie, To see if by her fair speeches
She could wi' him agree.
' Come doun to me, ye lady gay, Come doun, come doun to me;
This night sail ye lig within mine arms, To-morrow my bride sail be.'—
x ' I winna come down, ye fals Gordon,
I winna come down to thee ; I winna forsake my ain dear lord,
That is sae far frae me,'—