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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345995" 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>Quhen the wind blew shril and cauld,<br>Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,<br>'We maun draw to a hauld.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And quhat a hauld sall we draw till,<br>My mirry men and me?<br>We wul gae to the house o' the Rodes,<br>To see that fair ladie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lady stude on hir castle wa',<br>Beheld baith dale and down, <br>There she was ware of a host of men,<br>Cum ryding towards the toun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O see ze nat, my mirry men a'?<br>O see ze nat quhat I see?<br>Methinks I see a host of men:<br>I marveil quha they be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She weend it had been hir luvely lord,<br>As he cam ryding hame;<br>It was the traitor Edom o' Gordon,<br>Quha reckt nae sin nor shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had nae sooner buskit hirsel,<br>And putten on hir goun,<br>Till Edom o' Gordon and his men<br>Were round about the toun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had nae sooner supper sett,<br>Nae sooner said the grace,<br>Till Edom o' Gordon and his men <br>Were light about the place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lady ran up to hir towir head,<br>Sa 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">But quhan he see this lady saif,<br>And hir yates all locked fast,<br>He fell into a rage of wrath,<br>And his look was all aghast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Cum doun to me, ze lady gay,<br>Cum doun, cum doune to me;<br>This night sall ye lig within mine armes,<br>To-morrow my bride shall be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I winnae cum doun, ze fals Gordon,<br>I winnae cum doun to thee;<br>I winnae forsake my ain dear lord,<br>That is sae far frae me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Give owre zour house, ze lady fair,<br>Give owre zour house to me,<br>OR I sall brenn yoursel therein, <br>Bot and zour babies three.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I winnae give owre, ze fals Gordon,<br>To nae sik traitor as zee;<br>And if ze brenn my ain dear babes,<br>My lord sall make ze drie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But reach me hether my guid bend-bowe,<br>Mine arrows one by one;<br>For, but an I pierce that bluidy butcher,<br>My babes we been undone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She stude upon her castle wa',<br>And let twa arrows flee;<br>She mist that bluidy butchers hart,<br>And only raz'd his knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Set fire to the house,' quo' fals Gordon,<br>All wood wi' dule and ire;<br>'Fals lady, ze sall rue this deid,<br>As ze brenn in the fire.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wae worth, wae worth ze, Jock my man,<br>I paid ze weil zour fee;<br>Quhy pow ze out the ground-wa' stane,<br>Lets in the reek to me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man,<br>I paid e weil zour hire;<br>Quhy pow ze out the ground-wa' stane,<br>To me lets in the fire?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ze paid me weil my hire, lady;<br>Ze paid me weil my fee;<br>But now I'm Edom o' Gordons man,<br>Maun either doe or die.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O than bespaik hir little son,<br>Sate on the nourice' knee,<br>Sayes, 'Mither deare, gi owre this house,<br>For the reek it smithers me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wad gie a' my gowd, my childe,<br>Sae wad I a' my fee,<br>For ane blast o' the westlin wind,<br>To blaw the reek frae thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O then bespaik hir dochter dear,<br>She was baith jim[ and sma:<br>'O row me in a pair o' sheits,<br>And tow me owre the wa.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rowd hir in a pair o' sheits,<br>And towd hir owre the wa;<br>But on the point of Gordons spear<br>She gat a deadly fa. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">O bonnie, bonnie was hir mouth,<br>And cherry were hir cheiks,<br>And clear, clear was hir zellow hair,<br>Whereon the reid bluid dreips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then wi' his spear he turnd hir owre;<br>O gin her face was wan!<br>He sayd, 'Ze are the first that eir<br>I wisht alive again.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He turnd hir owre and owre again;<br>O gin hir skin was whyte!<br>'I might ha spared that bonnie face,<br>To hae been sum mans delyte.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Busk and boun, my merry man a',<br>For ill dooms I doe guess;<br>I cannae luik in that bonny face,<br>As it lyes on the grass.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thame luiks to freits, my master deir,<br>Then freits wil follow thame;<br>Let it neir be said brave Edom o' Gordon<br>Was daunted by a dame.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But quhen the ladye see the fire<br>Cum flaming owre hir head,<br>She wept and kist her children twain,<br>Sayd, 'Bairns, we been but dead.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Gordon then his bougill blew,<br>And said, 'Awa', awa';<br>This horse o' the Rodes is a' in flame,<br>I hauld it time to ga'.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O then he spyed hir ain dear lord,<br>As hee cam owr the lee;<br>He sied his castle all in blaze<br>Sa far as he could see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then sair, O sair his mind misgave,<br>And all his hart was wae;<br>'Put on, put on, my wighty men,<br>So fast as ze can gae.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Put on, put on, my wighty men,<br>So fast as ze can drie;<br>For he that is hindmost of the thrang,<br>Sall neir get guid o' me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Than sum they rade, and sum they rin,<br>Fou fast out-owr the bent;<br>But eir the foremost could get up,<br>Baith lady and babes were brent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wrang his hands, he rent his hair,<br>And wept in teenefu' muid:<br>'O traitors, for this cruel deid<br>Ze sall weep teirs o' bluid.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And after the Gordon he is gane,<br>Sa fast as he might drie;<br>And soon i' the Gordon's foul hartis bluid<br>He's wroken his dear ladie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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Quhen the wind blew shril and cauld,
Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,
'We maun draw to a hauld.

'And quhat a hauld sall we draw till,
My mirry men and me?
We wul gae to the house o' the Rodes,
To see that fair ladie.'
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