"I would rather be burnt to ashes sma', And be cast on yon sea foam, Before I'd give up this fair castle, And my lord so far from home. 60 "My good lord has an army strong, He's now gone o'er the sea; He bade me keep this gay castle, As long as it would keep me. "I've four-and-twenty brave milk kye 65 Gangs on yon lily lee, I'd give them a' for a blast of wind, To blaw the reek from me." O pitie on yon fair castle, That's built with stone and lime, 70 But far mair pitie on Lady Loudoun, And all her children nine. 26. down thou. ROB ROY. (See p. 203.) From _Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern_, by Robert Burns, edited by Cromek, ii. 199. Rob Roy from the Highlands cam, Unto the Lawlan' border, To steal awa a gay ladie To haud his house in order. He cam owre the lock o' Lynn, 5 Twenty men his arms did carry; Himsel gaed in, an' fand her out, Protesting he would marry. "O will ye gae wi' me," he says, "Or will ye be my honey? 10 Or will ye be my wedded wife? For I love you best of any." "I winna gae wi' you," she says, "Nor will I be your honey, Nor will I be your wedded wife; 15 You love me for my money." * * * * * But he set her on a coal-black steed, Himsel lap on behind her, An' he's awa to the Highland hills, Whare her frien's they canna find her. 20 * * * * * "Rob Roy was my father ca'd, Macgregor was his name, ladie; He led a band o' heroes bauld, An' I am here the same, ladie. Be content, be content, 25 Be content to stay, ladie, For thou art my wedded wife Until thy dying day, ladie. "He was a hedge unto his frien's, A heckle to his foes, ladie, 30 Every one that durst him wrang, He took him by the nose, ladie. I'm as bold, I'm as bold, I'm as bold, an more, ladie; He that daurs dispute my word, 35 Shall feel my guid claymore, ladie." II. From Maidment's _North Countrie Garland_, p. 44. Rob Roy from the Highlands cam, Unto our Scottish border, And he has stow'n a lady fair, To haud his house in order. And when he cam, he surrounded the house, 5 Twenty men their arms did carry, And he has stow'n this lady fair, On purpose her to marry. And when he cam, he surrounded the house; No tidings there cam before him, 10 Or else the lady would have been gone, For still she did abhor him.