4 ‘Come down stairs now, Madam,’ he says, ‘Now come down and kiss me fairly;’ ‘I’ll neither come down nor kiss you,’ she says, ‘Tho you should na leave a standing stane in Airley.’ 5 ‘I ask but one favour of you, Argyle, And I hope you’ll grant me fairly To tak me to some dark dowey glen, That I may na see the plundering of Airley.’ 6 He has taen her by the left shoulder, And O but she looked weary! And he has led her down to the top of the town, Bade her look at the plundering of Airley. 7 ‘Fire on, fire on, my merry men all, And see that ye fire clearly; For I vow and I swear by the broad sword I wear That I winna leave a standing stane in Airley. 8 ‘You may tell it to your lord,’ he says, ‘You may tell it to Lord Airley, That one kiss o his gay lady Wad hae sav’d all the plundering of Airley.’ 9 ‘If the great Sir John had been but at hame, As he is this night wi Prince Charlie, Neither Argyle nor no Scottish lord Durst hae plundered the bonny house of Airley. 10 ‘Seven, seven sons hae I born unto him, And the eight neer saw his dady, And altho I were to have a hundred more, The should a’ draw their sword for Prince Charlie.’ * * * * * D Kinloch MSS, V, 106, in the handwriting of James Beattie, and from the recitation of Elizabeth Beattie. 1 O gleyd Argyll has written to Montrose To see gin the fields they were fairly, And to see whether he sh_oul_d stay at hame, ‘Or come to plunder bonnie Airly. 2 Then great Montrose has written to Argyll And that the fields they were fairly, And not to keep his men at hame, But to come and plunder bonnie Airly. 3 The lady was looking oer her castle-wa, She was carrying her courage sae rarely, And there she spied him gleyd Arguill, Was coming for to plunder bonnie Airly. 4 ‘Wae be to ye, gleyd Argyll! And are ye there sae rarely? Ye might hae kept your men at hame, And not come to plunder bonnie Airly.’ 5 ‘And wae be to ye, Lady Ogilvie! And are ye there sae rarely? Gin ye had bowed when first I bade, I never wad hae plunderd bonnie Airly.’ 6 ‘But gin my guid lord had been at hame, As he is wi Prince Charlie, There durst not a rebel on a’ Scotch ground Set a foot on the bonnie green of Airly. 7 ‘But ye’ll tak me by the milk-white hand, And ye’ll lift me up sae rarely, And ye’ll throw me outoure my [ain] castle-wa, Let me neuer see the plundering of Airly.’ 8 He’s taen her by the milk-white hand, And he’s lifted her up sae rarely, And he’s thrown her outoure her ain castle-wa, And she neuer saw the plundering of Airly. 9 Now gleyd Argyll he has gane hame, Awa frae the plundering of Airly, And there he has met him Captain Ogilvie, Coming over the mountains sae rarely.