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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345550" 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 hauld. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And what a hauld sall we draw to, <br> My merry men and me? <br>We will gae to the house o' the Rodes, <br> To see that fair ladye.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lady stood on her castle wa', <br> Beheld baith dale and down; <br>There she was ware of a host of men <br> Cam riding towards the town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O see ye not, my merry men a', <br> O see ye not what I see? <br>Methinks I see a host of men; <br> I marvel wha they be.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She ween'd it had been her lovely lord, <br> As he cam 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 hersell, <br> And putten on her gown, <br>But Edom o' Gordon an' 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>But Edom o' Gordon an' his men <br> Were lighted about the place. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lady ran up to her tower-head, <br> Sae fast as she could hie, <br>To see if by her fair speeches <br> She could wi' him agree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come doun to me, ye lady gay, <br> Come doun, come doun to me; <br>This night sall ye lig within mine arms, <br> To-morrow my bride sall be.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I winna come down, ye fals 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">'Gie owre your house, ye lady fair, <br> Gie owre your house to me; <br>Or I sall brenn yoursel therein, <br> But and your babies three.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I winna gie owre, ye fals Gordon, <br> To nae sic traitor as yee; <br>And if ye brenn my ain dear babes, <br> My lord sall mak ye dree. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now reach my pistol, Glaud, my man, <br> And charge ye weel my gun; <br>For, but an I pierce that bluidy butcher, <br> My babes, we been undone!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She stood upon her castle wa', <br> And let twa bullets flee: <br>She miss'd that bluidy butcher's heart, <br> And only razed his knee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Set fire to the house!' quo' fals Gordon, <br> All wud wi' dule and ire: <br>'Fals lady, ye sall rue this deid <br> As ye brenn in the fire!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wae worth, wae worth ye, Jock, my man! <br> I paid ye weel your fee; <br>Why pu' ye out the grund-wa' stane, <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 pu' ye out the 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 die.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O then bespake her little son, <br> Sat on the nurse's knee: <br>Says, 'Mither dear, gie owre this house, <br> For the reek it smithers me.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wad gie a' my gowd, my bairn, <br> Sae wad I a' my fee, <br>For ae blast o' the western wind, <br> To blaw the reek frae thee.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O then bespake her dochter dear-- <br> She was baith jimp and sma': <br>'O row me in a pair o' sheets, <br> And tow me owre the wa'!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They row'd her in a pair o' sheets, <br> And tow'd her owre the wa'; <br>But on the point o' Gordon's spear <br> She gat a deadly fa'. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O bonnie, bonnie was her mouth, <br> And cherry were her cheiks, <br>And clear, clear was her yellow hair, <br> Whereon the red blood dreips. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then wi' his spear he turn'd her owre; <br> O gin her face was wane! <br>He said, 'Ye are the first that e'er <br> I wish'd alive again.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He turn'd her owre and owre again; <br> O gin her skin was white! <br>'I might hae spared that bonnie face <br> To hae been some man's delight. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Busk and boun, my merry men a', <br> For ill dooms I do guess; <br>I canna look in that bonnie face <br> As it lies on the grass.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wha looks to freits, my master dear, <br> It 's freits will follow them; <br>Let it ne'er be said that Edom o' Gordon <br> Was daunted by a dame.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when the lady saw the fire <br> Come flaming owre her head, <br>She wept, and kiss'd her children twain, <br> Says, 'Bairns, we been but dead.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Gordon then his bugle blew, <br> And said, 'Awa', awa'! <br>This house o' the Rodes is a' in a flame; <br> I hauld it time to ga'.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this way lookit her ain dear lord, <br> As he cam owre the lea; <br>He saw his castle a' in a lowe, <br> As far as he could see. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sair, O sair, his mind misgave, <br> And all his heart was wae: <br>'Put on, put on, my wighty men, <br> Sae fast as ye can gae. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Put on, put on, my wighty men, <br> Sae fast as ye can drie! <br>For he that 's hindmost o' the thrang <br> Sall ne'er get good o' me.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then some they rade, and some they ran, <br> Out-owre the grass and bent; <br>But ere the foremost could win up, <br> Baith lady and babes were brent. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And after the Gordon he is gane, <br> Sae fast as he might drie; <br>And soon i' the Gordon's foul heart's blude <br> He 's wroken his dear ladye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous">Anonymous</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345550" data-title="Edom o' Gordon de Anonymous" data-description="IT fell about the Martinmas, When the wind blew shrill and cauld, Said Edom o' Gordon to his men, 'We maun draw to a hauld. 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