He buskt him and bownd him, And like a worthi knighte, And when he saw his hall burning, His harte was no dele lighte. He sett a trumpett till his mouth, 105 He blew as it plesd his grace; Twenty score of Hambletons Was light aboute the place. "Had I knowne as much yesternighte As I do to-daye, 110 Captaine Care and all his men Should not have gone so quite [awaye.] "Fye upon thee, Captaine Care, And all thy blody 'bande;' Thou hast slayne my lady gaye, 115 More worth then all thy lande. "Yf thou had ought eny ill will," he saith, "Thou shoulde have taken my lyffe, And have saved my children thre, All and my lovesome wyffe." 120 84, thee. EDOM O' GORDON. From Ritson's _Scottish Songs_, ii. 17. We presume this is the ballad printed by the Foulises. It fell about the Martinmas, Quhen the wind blew schrile and cauld, Said Edom o' Gordon to his men, "We maun draw to a hauld. "And what an a hauld sall we draw to, 5 My merry men and me? We will gae to the house of the Rodes, To see that fair ladie." She had nae sooner busket hersell, Nor putten on her gown, 10 Till Edom o' Gordon and his men Were round about the town. They had nae sooner sitten down, Nor sooner said the grace, Till Edom o' Gordon and his men 15 Were closed about the place. 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. 20 As soon as he saw the lady fair, And hir yates all locked fast, He fell into a rage of wrath, And his heart was aghast.[L24] "Cum down to me, ze lady fair, 25 Cum down to me, let's see; This night ze's ly by my ain side, The morn my bride sall be." "I winnae cum down, ye fals Gordon, I winnae cum down to thee; 30 I winnae forsake my ane dear lord That is sae far frae me." "Gi up your house, ze fair lady, Gi up your house to me, Or I will burn zoursel therein, 35 Bot you and zour babies three." "I winna gie up, zou fals Gordon, To nae sik traitor as thee, Tho' zou should burn mysel therein, Bot and my babies three." 40 "Set fire to the house," quoth fals Gordon, "Sin better may nae bee; And I will burn hersel therein, Bot and her babies three."