He turn'd her owre, and owre again,- He said "I might hae spared thy life "Busk and boun, my merry men a'! I canna look in that bonny face "Them looks to frights, my master dear! Their frights will follow [hame]; Let it ne'er be said brave Edom o' Gordon Was daunted with a dame!". O then he spied (her ain dear lord "Put on! put on, my wighty men! For he that's hindmost of my men And some they rade, and some they ran, Fu' fast out owre the plain; But lang, lang ere he could get up They were a' dead and slain. But mony were the moody men For of fifty men that Edom brought out THE TWA BROTHERS. "O will ye gae to the schule ? brother! Or will ye gae to the wood a-wrastling, "It's I winna gae to the schule, brother! But I will gae to the wood a-wrastling, They wrastled up, they wrastled down, Till out and Willie's drawn his sword "O lift me up upon your back, Take me to yon well fair! You'll wash my bluidy wounds owre and owre, And syne they'll bleed nae mair. "And ye'll take aff my holland sark, He's lifted his brother upon his back, He's wash'd his bluidy wounds owre and owre, And he's ta'en aff his holland sark, He's steeped it in his bluidy wounds, 66 "Ye'll lift me up upon your back, Take me to Kirk-land fair; Ye'll make my grave baith braid and lang, And lay my body there. "Ye'll lay my arrows at my head, My sword and buckler at my side, "When ye gae hame to your father, "When ye gae hame to my sister, "When ye gae hame to my true Love, Ye'll say ye left him in Kirk-land fair, He's gane hame to his father; He speir'd for his son John : And when he gaed hame to his sister, And when he gaed hame to his true Love, It's "I left him into Kirk-land fair,- "But what bluid's that on your sword? Willie ! Sweet Willie ! tell to me!" "O it's the bluid o' my grey hounds; They wouldna rin for me." "It's nae the bluid o' your hounds, Willie !, Their bluid was never so red; But it's the bluid o' my true Love That fair may wept, that fair may mourn'd, 66 "O what death will ye die? Willie ! Now, Willie! tell to me." "Ye'll put me into an oarless boat, And I'll gae sail the sea." "When will ye come home again? Willie ! Now, Willie! tell to me." "When the sun and moon dance on the green. And that will never be." EDWARD. Why does your brand sae drip wi' bluid? Edward! Edward! Why does your brand sae drip wi' bluid, "O I hae kill'd my hawk sae gude, Mither! mither! OI hae kill'd my hawk sae gude, "Your hawk, his bluid was never sae red, Edward! Edward! Your hawk, his bluid was never sae red, My dear son! I tell thee, O!" "O I hae kill'd my red-roan steed, Mither! mither! OI hae kill'd my red-roan steed, That erst was sae fair and free, O!" "Your steed was auld, and ye hae got mair, Your steed was auld, and ye hae got mair; “O I hae kill'd my father dear, Mither! mither! O I hae kill'd my father dear,— Alas! and woe is me, O!" "And what penance will ye dree for that? Edward! Edward! And what penance will ye dree for that? "I'll set my feet in yonder boat, Mither! mither! I'll set my feet in yonder boat, And I'll fare over the sea, O!" "And what will ye do wi' your towers and your ha'? Edward! Edward! And what will ye do wi' your towers and your ha' "I'll let them stand till they downfa', Mither mither! I'll let them stand till they downfa', For here never maun I be, O!" "And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife, Edward Edward! And what will ye leave to your bairns and your wife, When ye gang over the sea, O?" |