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EDOM O' GORDON
6 Gie owre your house, ye lady fair,
Gie owre your house to me ; Or I sail brenn yoursel therein,
But and your babies three,'—
' I winna gie owre, ye fals Gordon,
To nae sic traitor as yee; And if ye brenn my ain dear babes,
My lord sail mak ye dree.
6 Now reach my pistol, Glaud, my man,
And charge ye weel my gun ; For, but an I pierce that bluidy butcher,
My babes, we been undone ! '
She stood upon her castle wa',
And let twa bullets flee : She miss'd that bluidy butcher's heart,
And only razed his knee.
xv ' Set fire to the house! ' Cjiio' fals Gordon,
All wud wi' dule and ire: ' Fals lady, ye sail rue this deid
As ye brenn in the fire ! '—
' Wae worth, wae worth ye, Jock, my man '
I paid ye weel your fee ; Why pu' ye out the grund-wa' stane,
Lets in the reek to me ?
dree] suffer. wud] mad. grund-wa'] ground-wall.