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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344250" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Edom O' Gordon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It fell about the Martinmas,<br>When the wind blew shrill and cauld,<br>Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,--<br>'We maun draw to a hald. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And whatna hald shall we draw to,<br>My merry men and me?<br>We will gae straight to Towie house,<br>To see that fair ladye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[The ladye stood on her castle wall,<br>Beheld baith dale and down;<br>There she was 'ware of a host of men<br>Came riding towards the town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, see ye not, my merry men all,<br>Oh, see ye not what I see?<br>Methinks I see a host of men;<br>I marvel who they be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She thought it had been her own wed lord.<br>As he came riding hame;<br>It was the traitor, Edom o' Gordon,<br>Wha reck'd nae sin nor shame.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had nae sooner buskit hersel',<br>And putten on her gown,<br>Till Edom o' Gordon and his men<br>Were round about the town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had nae sooner supper set,<br>Nae sooner said the grace,<br>Till Edom o' Gordon and his men<br>Were round about the place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The ladye ran to her tower head,<br>As fast as she cou'd hie,<br>To see if, by her fair speeches,<br>She cou'd with him agree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As soon as he saw this ladye fair.<br>And her yetts all lockit fast,<br>He fell into a rage of wrath,<br>And his heart was all aghast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come down to me, ye ladye gay,<br>Come down, come down to me;<br>This night ye shall lye within my arms,<br>The morn my bride shall be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I winna come down, ye false Gordon,<br>I winna come down to thee;<br>I winna forsake my ain dear lord,<br>That is sae far frae me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gi'e up your house, ye ladye fair,<br>Gi'e up your house to me;<br>Or I shall burn yoursel' therein,<br>Bot and your babies three.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I winna gi'e up, ye false Gordon,<br>To nae sic traitor as thee;<br>Tho' you shou'd burn mysel' therein,<br>Bot and my babies three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">['But fetch to me my pistolette,<br>And charge to me my gun;<br>For, but if I pierce that bluidy butcher,<br>My babes we will be undone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She stiffly stood on her castle wall,<br>And let the bullets flee;<br>She miss'd that bluidy butcher's heart,<br>Tho' she slew other three.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Set fire to the house!' quo' the false Gordon,<br>'Since better may nae be;<br>And I will burn hersel' therein,<br>Bot and her babies three.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wae worth, wae worth ye, Jock, my man,<br>I paid ye weel your fee;<br>Why pull ye out the grund-wa'-stance,<br>Lets in the reek to me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And e'en wae worth ye, Jock, my man,<br>I paid ye weel your hire;<br>Why pull ye out my grund-wa'-stane,<br>To me lets in the fire?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ye paid me weel my hire, ladye,<br>Ye paid me weel my fee;<br>But now I'm Edom o' Gordon's man,<br>Maun either do or dee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, then out spake her youngest son,<br>Sat on the nurse's knee:<br>Says--'Mither dear, gi'e o'er this house,<br>For the reek it smothers me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">['I wou'd gi'e all my gold, my bairn,<br>Sae wou'd I all my fee,<br>For ae blast of the westlin' wind,<br>To blaw the reek frae thee.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But I winna gi'e up my house, my dear,<br>To nae sic traitor as he;<br>Come weal, come woe, my jewels fair,<br>Ye maun take share with me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, then out spake her daughter dear,<br>She was baith jimp and small:<br>'Oh, row me in a pair of sheets,<br>And tow me o'er the wall.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They row'd her in a pair of sheets,<br>And tow'd her o'er the wall;<br>But on the point of Gordon's spear<br>She got a deadly fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, bonnie, bonnie was her mouth,<br>And cherry were her cheeks;<br>And clear, clear was her yellow hair,<br>Whereon the red bluid dreeps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then with his spear he turn'd her o'er,<br>Oh, gin her face was wan!<br>He said--'You are the first that e'er<br>I wish'd alive again.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He turn'd her o'er and o'er again,<br>Oh, gin her skin was white!<br>'I might ha'e spared that bonnie face<br>To ha'e been some man's delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Busk and boun, my merry men all,<br>For ill dooms I do guess;<br>I canna look on that bonnie face,<br>As it lyes on the grass!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wha looks to freits, my master dear,<br>Their freits will follow them;<br>Let it ne'er be said brave Edom o' Gordon<br>Was daunted with a dame.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[But when the ladye saw the fire<br>Come flaming o'er her head,<br>She wept, and kissed her children twain;<br>Said--'Bairns, we been but dead.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Gordon then his bugle blew,<br>And said--'Away, away!<br>The house of Towie is all in a flame,<br>I hald it time to gae.']</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, then he spied her ain dear lord,<br>As he came o'er the lea;<br>He saw his castle all in a flame,<br>As far as he could see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sair, oh sair his mind misgave,<br>And oh, his heart was wae!<br>'Put on, put on, my wighty men,<br>As fast as ye can gae.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Put on, put on, my wighty men,<br>As fast as ye can drie;<br>For he that is hindmost of the thrang<br>Shall ne'er get gude of me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then some they rade, and some they ran,<br>Full fast out o'er the bent;<br>But ere the foremost could win up,<br>Baith ladye and babes were brent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[He wrang his hands, he rent his hair,<br>And wept in tearful mood;<br>'Ah, traitors! for this cruel deed,<br>Ye shall weep tears of bluid.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And after the Gordon he has gane,<br>Sae fast as he might drie;<br>And soon in the Gordon's foul heart's bluid<br>He's wroken his dear layde.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And mony were the mudie men<br>Lay gasping on the green;<br>And mony were the fair ladyes<br>Lay lemanless at hame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And mony were the mudie men<br>Lay gasping on the green;<br>For of fifty men the Gordon brocht,<br>There were but five gaed hame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And round, and round the walls he went,<br>Their ashes for to view;<br>At last into the flames he flew,<br>And bade the world adieu.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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When the wind blew shrill and cauld,
Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,--
'We maun draw to a hald. 

'And whatna hald shall we draw to,
My merry men and me?
We will gae straight to Towie house,
To see that fair ladye.'

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