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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344253" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gordon Of Brackley</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down Deeside cam Inveraye<br>Whistlin' and playing,<br>An' called loud at Brackley gate<br>Ere the day dawning--<br>'Come, Gordon of Brackley.<br>Proud Gordon, come down,<br>There's a sword at your threshold<br>Mair sharp than your own.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Arise now, gay Gordon,'<br>His lady 'gan cry,<br>'Look, here is bold Inveraye<br>Driving your kye.'<br>'How can I go, lady,<br>An' win them again,<br>When I have but ae sword,<br>And Inveraye ten?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Arise up, my maidens,<br>Wi' roke and wi' fan,<br>How blest had I been<br>Had I married a man!<br>Arise up, my maidens,<br>Tak' spear and tak' sword,<br>Go milk the ewes, Gordon,<br>An' I will be lord.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Gordon sprung up<br>Wi' his helm on his head,<br>Laid his hand on his sword,<br>An' his thigh on his steed,<br>An' he stooped low, and said,<br>As he kissed his young dame,<br>'There's a Gordon rides out<br>That will never ride hame.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There rode with fierce Inveraye<br>Thirty and three,<br>But wi' Brackley were nane<br>But his brother and he;<br>Twa gallanter Gordons<br>Did never blade draw,<br>But against three-and-thirty<br>Wae's me! what are twa?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wi' sword and wi' dagger<br>They rushed on him rude;<br>The twa gallant Gordons<br>Lie bathed in their blude.<br>Frae the springs o' the Dee<br>To the mouth o' the Tay,<br>The Gordons mourn for him,<br>And curse Inveraye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O were ye at Brackley?<br>An' what saw ye there?<br>Was his young widow weeping<br>An' tearing her hair?'<br>'I looked in at Brackley,<br>I looked in, and oh!<br>There was mirth, there was feasting,<br>But naething o' woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'As a rose bloomed the lady,<br>An' blithe as a bride,<br>As a bridegroom bold Inveraye<br>Smiled by her side.<br>Oh! she feasted him there<br>As she ne'er feasted lord,<br>While the blood of her husband<br>Was moist on his sword.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'In her chamber she kept him<br>Till morning grew gray,<br>Thro' the dark woods of Brackley<br>She shewed him the way.<br>'Yon wild hill,' she said,<br>'Where the sun's shining on,<br>Is the hill of Glentanner,--<br>One kiss, and begone!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's grief in the cottage,<br>There's grief in the ha',<br>For the gude, gallant Gordon<br>That's dead an' awa'.<br>To the bush comes the bud,<br>An' the flower to the plain,<br>But the gude and the brave<br>They come never again.</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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Whistlin' and playing,
An' called loud at Brackley gate
Ere the day dawning--
'Come, Gordon of Brackley.
Proud Gordon, come down,
There's a sword at your threshold
Mair sharp than your own.'

'Arise now, gay Gordon,'
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