The roring cannons then were plied, And dub-a-dub went the drum-a; The braying trumpets loud they cried To courage both all and some-a. IX The grappling-hooks were brought at length, The brown bill and the sword-a, John Dory at length, for all his strength, Was clapt fast under board-a. _134. Willie Macintosh_ I ‘Turn, Willie Macintosh, Turn, I bid you; Gin ye burn Auchindown, Huntly will head you.’-- II ‘Head me or hang me, That canna fley me; I’ll burn Auchindown Ere the life lea’ me.’ III Coming down Deeside, In a clear morning, Auchindown was in flame, Ere the cock-crawing. IV But coming o’er Cairn Croom, And looking down, man, I saw Willie Macintosh Burn Auchindown, man. V ‘Bonnie Willie Macintosh, Whare left ye your men?’-- ‘I left them in the Stapler, But they’ll never come hame.’ VI ‘Bonny Willie Macintosh, Whare now is your men?’-- ‘I left them in the Stapler, Sleeping in their sheen[1155].’ FOOTNOTES: [1155] sheen = shoes. _135. The Bonnie House o’ Airlie_ I It fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day, When green grew aits[1156] and barley, That there fell out a great dispute Between Argyll and Airlie. II Argyll has raised an hunder men, An hunder harness’d rarely, And he’s awa’ by the back of Dunkell, To plunder the castle of Airlie. III Lady Ogilvie looks o’er her bower-window, And O but she looks warely! And there she spied the great Argyll, Come to plunder the bonnie house of Airlie. IV ‘Come down, come down, my Lady Ogilvie, Come down and kiss me fairly.’-- ‘O I winna kiss the fause Argyll, If he shouldna leave a standing stane in Airlie.’ V He hath taken her by the left shoulder, Says, ‘Dame, where lies thy dowry?’-- ‘O it’s east and west yon wan water side, And it’s down by the banks of the Airlie.’ VI They hae sought it up, they hae sought it down, They hae sought it maist severely, Till they fand it in the fair plum-tree That shines on the bowling-green of Airlie. VII He hath taken her by the middle sae small, And O but she grat[1157] sairly! And laid her down by the bonnie burn-side, Till they plunder’d the castle of Airlie. VIII ‘Gif my gude lord war here this night, As he is with King Charlie, Neither you, nor ony ither Scottish lord, Durst avow to the plundering of Airlie. IX ‘Gif my gude lord war now at hame, And he is with his king, There durst nae a Campbell in a’ Argyll Set fit[1158] on Airlie green. X ‘Ten bonnie sons I have borne unto him, The eleventh ne’er saw his daddy; But though I had an hunder mair, I’d gie them a’ to King Charlie!’ FOOTNOTES: