I winnae cum doun ze fals Gordòn, I winnae cum doun to thee; I winna forsake my ain dear lord, That is sae far frae me. Give owre zour house, ze lady fair, Give owre zour house to me, Or I sall brenn yoursel therein, Bot and zour babies three. I winnae give owre, ze false Gordòn, To nae sik traitor as zee; And if ze brenn my ain dear babes, My lord sall make ze drie. But reach my pistoll, Glaud my man, And charge ze weil my gun: For, but an I pierce that bluidy butcher, My babes we been undone. She stude upon hir castle wa', And let twa bullets flee: She mist that bluidy butchers hart, And only raz'd his knee. Set fire to the house, quo' fals Gordòn, All wood wi' dule and ire: Fals lady, ze sall rue this deid, As ze bren in the fire. Wae worth, wae worth ze, Jock my man, I paid ze weil zour fee; Quhy pu' ze out the ground-wa' stane, Lets in the reek to me? And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man, I paid ze weil zour hire; Quhy pu' ze out the ground-wa' stane, To me lets in the fire? Ze paid me weil my hire, lady; Ze paid me weil my fee: But now I'm Edom o' Gordons man, Maun either doe or die. O than bespaik hir little son, Sate on the nurses knee: Sayes, Mither deare, gi' owre this house, For the reek it smithers me. I wad gie a' my gowd, my childe, Say wald I a' my fee, For ane blast o' the western wind, To blaw the reek frae thee. O then bespaik hir dochter dear, She was baith jimp and sma; O row me in a pair o' sheits, And tow me owre the wa. They rowd hir in a pair o' sheits, And towd hir owre the wa: But on the point of Gordons spear She gat a deadly fa. O bonnie bonnie was hir mouth, And cherry were her cheiks, And clear clear was hir zellow hair, Whereon the reid bluid dreips. Then wi' his spear he turnd hir owre, O gin hir face was wan! He sayd, Ze are the first that eir I wisht alive again. He turnd hir owre and owre againe, O gin hir skin was whyte! I might ha spared that bonnie face To hae been sum mans delyte. Busk and boun, my merry men a', For ill dooms I doe guess; I cannae luik in that bonnie face, As it lyes on the grass. Thame, luiks to freits, my master deir, Then freits wil follow thame: Let neir be said brave Edom o' Gordon Was daunted by a dame. But quhen the ladye see the fire Cum flaming owre hir head, She wept and kist her children twain, Sayd, Bairns, we been but dead. The Gordon then his bougill blew, And said, Awa', awa'; This house o' the Rodes is a' in flame, I hauld it time to ga'. O then bespyed hir ain dear lord, As hee cam owr the lee; He sied his castle all in blaze Sa far as he could see. Then sair, O sair his mind misgave, And all his hart was wae; Put on, put on, my wighty men, So fast as ze can gae.