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Edom of Gordon
CAPTAIN CAR, OR, EDOM O GORDON—D
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It fell about the Martinmas,When the wind blew schrile and cauld,
Said Edom o Gordon to his men,
We maun draw to a hald.
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‘And what an a hald sall we draw to,My merry men and me?
We will gae to the house of the Rhodes,
To see that fair lady.’
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She had nae sooner busket her sell,Nor putten on her gown,
Till Edom o Gordon and his men
Were round about the town.
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They had nae sooner sitten down,Nor sooner said the grace,
Till Edom o Gordon and his men
Were closed about the place.
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The lady ran up to her tower-head,As fast as she could drie,
To see if by her fair speeches
She could with him agree.
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As soon he saw the lady fair,And hir yates all locked fast,
He fell into a rage of wrath,
And his heart was aghast.
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‘Cum down to me, ye lady fair,Cum down to me; let's see;
This night ye's ly by my ain side,
The morn my bride sall be.’
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‘I winnae cum down, ye fals Gordon,I winnae cum down to thee;
I winnae forsake my ane dear lord,
That is sae far frae me.’
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‘Gi up your house, ye fair lady,Gi up your house to me,
Or I will burn yoursel therein,
Bot and your babies three.’
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‘I winnae gie up, you fals Gordon,To nae sik traitor as thee,
Tho you should burn mysel therein,
Bot and my babies three.’
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‘Set fire to the house,’ quoth fals Gordon,‘Sin better may nae bee;
And I will burn hersel therein,
Bot and her babies three.’
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‘And ein wae worth ye, Jock my man!I paid ye weil your fee;
Why pow ye out my ground-wa-stane,
Lets in the reek to me?
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‘And ein wae worth ye, Jock my man!For I paid you weil your hire;
Why pow ye out my ground-wa-stane,
To me lets in the fire?’
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‘Ye paid me weil my hire, lady,Ye paid me weil my fee,
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Maun either do or die.’
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O then bespake her youngest son,Sat on the nurses knee,
‘Dear mother, gie owre your house,’ he says,
‘For the reek it worries me.’
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‘I winnae gie up my house, my dear,To nae sik traitor as he;
Cum weil, cum wae, my jewels fair,
Ye maun tak share wi me.’
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O then bespake her dochter dear,She was baith jimp and sma;
‘O row me in a pair o shiets,
And tow me owre the wa.’
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They rowd her in a pair of shiets,And towd her owre the wa,
But on the point of Edom's speir
She gat a deadly fa.
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O bonny, bonny was hir mouth,And chirry were her cheiks,
And clear, clear was hir yellow hair,
Whereon the reid bluid dreips!
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Then wi his speir he turnd hir owr;O gin hir face was wan!
He said, You are the first that eer
I wist alive again.
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He turned hir owr and owr again;O gin hir skin was whyte!
He said, I might ha spard thy life
To been some mans delyte.
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‘Busk and boon, my merry men all,For ill dooms I do guess;
I cannae luik in that bonny face,
As it lyes on the grass.’
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‘Them luiks to freits, my master deir,Then freits will follow them;
Let it neir be said brave Edom o Gordon
Was daunted with a dame.’
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O then he spied hir ain deir lord,As he came owr the lee;
He saw his castle in a fire,
As far as he could see.
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‘Put on, put on, my mighty men,As fast as ye can drie!
For he that's hindmost of my men
Sall neir get guid o me.’
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And some they raid, and some they ran,Fu fast out-owr the plain,
But lang, lang eer he coud get up
They were a' deid and slain.
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But mony were the mudie menLay gasping on the grien;
For o fifty men that Edom brought out
There were but five ged heme.
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And mony were the mudie menLay gasping on the grien,
And mony were the fair ladys
Lay lemanless at heme.
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And round and round the waes he went,Their ashes for to view;
At last into the flames he flew,
And bad the world adieu.
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