He has ta'en her by the middle sae sma', Says, "Lady, where is your drury?" "It's up and down by the bonnie burn side, Amang the planting of Airly." They sought it up, they sought it down, 25 They sought it late and early, And found it in the bonnie balm-tree, That shines on the bowling-green o' Airly. He has ta'en her by the left shoulder, And O but she grat sairly, 30 And led her down to yon green bank, Till he plundered the bonnie house o' Airly. "O it's I hae seven braw sons," she says, "And the youngest ne'er saw his daddie, And altho' I had as mony mae, 35 I wad gie them a' to Charlie. "But gin my good lord had been at hame, As this night he is wi' Charlie, There durst na a Campbell in a' the west Hae plundered the bonnie house o' Airly." 40 THE BONNIE HOUSE OF AIRLY. From Sharpe's _Ballad Book_, p. 59. It fell on a day, and a bonny simmer day, When green grew aits and barley, That there fell out a greet dispute Between Argyll and Airlie. Argyll has raised an hunder men, 5 An hunder harness'd rarely, And he's awa' by the back of Dunkell, To plunder the castle of Airlie. Lady Ogilvie looks o'er her bower window, And O but she looks weary! 10 And there she spy'd the great Argyll, Come to plunder the bonny house of Airlie. "Come down, come down, my Lady Ogilvie, Come down, and kiss me fairly:" "O I winna kiss the fause Argyll, 15 If he shouldna leave a standing stane in Airlie." He hath taken her by the left shoulder, Says, "Dame where lies thy dowry?" "O it's east and west yon water side, And it's down by the banks of the Airlie." 20 They hae sought it up, they hae sought it down, They have sought it maist severely, Till they fand it in the fair plum-tree, That shines on the bowling-green of Airlie. He hath taken her by the middle sae small, 25 And O but she grat sairly! And laid her down by the bonny burn-side, Till they plundered the castle of Airlie. "Gif my gude lord war here this night, As he is with King Charlie, 30 Neither you, nor ony ither Scottish Lord, Durst awow to the plundering of Airlie. "Gif my gude Lord war now at hame, As he is with his king, Then durst nae a Campbell in a' Argyll 35 Set fit on Airlie green. "Ten bonny sons I have born unto him, The eleventh ne'er saw his daddy; But though I had an hundred mair, I'd gie them a' to King Charlie. 40 THE BARON OF BRACKLEY.