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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345670" 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.<br>'And whatna hauld sall we draw to,<br>My merry men and me?<br>We will gae to the house of the Rodes,<br>To see that fair ladye.'<br>The lady stood on her castle wa',<br>Beheld baith dale and down;<br>There she was aware of a host of men<br>Came 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 who 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 nor sin nor shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had na sooner buskit hersell,<br>And putten on her gown,<br>Till 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>As 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 fause Gordon,<br>I winna come down to thee;<br>I winna forsake my ain dear lord,-<br>And he is na 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 burn yoursell therein,<br>But an your babies three.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I winna gie owre, ye fause Gordon, <br>To nae sic traitor as thee;<br>And if ye burn 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' fause Gordon, <br>Wud wi' dule and ire:<br>'Faus ladye, ye sall rue that shot <br>As ye burn 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 dee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O then bespake her little son, <br>Sat on the nurse's knee:<br>Says, '`O mither dear, gie owre this house, <br>For the reek it smothers me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wad gie a' my goud, 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 the daughter dear,-<br>She was baith jimp and sma':<br>'O row me in a pair o' sheets, <br>A 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 cheeks,<br>And clear, clear was her yellow hair, <br>Whereon her red blood dreeps.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then wi' his spear he turn'd her owre; <br>O gin her face was wan!<br>He said, 'Ye are the first that e'er <br>I wish'd alive again.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He cam and lookit again at her; <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"><br>'Busk and boun, my merry men a',<br>For ill dooms I do guess;-<br>I cannot look on that bonnie face<br>As it lies on the grass.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Wha looks to freits, my master dear,<br>Its 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"><br>But when the ladye saw the fire<br>Come-flaming o'er her head,<br>She wept, and kiss'd her children twain,<br>Says, 'Bairns, we been but dead.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>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"><br>And this way lookit her ain dear lord,<br>As he came owre the lea;<br>He saw his castle a' in a lowe,<br>Sae far as he could see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>'Put on, put on, my wighty men,<br>As fast as ye can dri'e!<br>For he that's hindmost o' the thrang<br>Sall ne'er get good o' me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>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"><br>And after the Gordon he is gane,<br>Sae fast as he might dri'e;<br>And soon i' the Gordon's foul heart's blude<br>He's wroken his fair ladye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Americas">Anonymous Americas</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 hauld.
'And whatna hauld sall we draw to,
My merry men and me?
We will gae to the house of the Rodes,
To see that fair ladye.'
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