The Baron of Brackley
No: 203; variant: 203C
- O Inverey came down Dee side, whistling and playing;
He’s landed at Braikly’s yates at the day dawing.
- Says, Baron of Braikly, are ye within?
There’s sharp swords at the yate will gar your blood spin.
- The lady raise up, to the window she went;
She heard her kye lowing oer hill and oer bent.
- ‘O rise up, John,’ she says, ‘Turn back your kye;
They’re oer the hills rinning, they’re skipping away.’
- ‘Come to your bed, Peggie, and let the kye rin,
For were I to gang out, I would never get in.’
- Then she’s cry’d on her women, they quickly came ben:
‘Take up your rocks, lassies, and fight a’ like men.
- ‘Though I’m but a woman, to head you I’ll try,
Nor let these vile Highland-men steal a’ our kye.’
- Then up gat the baron, and cry’d for his graith;
Says, Lady, I’ll gang, tho to leave you I’m laith.
- ‘Come, kiss me, my Peggie, nor think I’m to blame;
For I may well gang out, but I’ll never win in.’
- When the Baron of Braikly rade through the close,
A gallanter baron neer mounted a horse.
- Tho there came wi Inverey thirty and three,
There was nane wi bonny Braikly but his brother and he.
- Twa gallanter Gordons did never sword draw;
But against four and thirty, wae’s me, what was twa?
- Wi swords and wi daggers they did him surround,
And they’ve pierc’d bonny Braikly wi mony a wound.
- Frae the head of the Dee to the banks of the Spey,
The Gordons may mourn him, and bann Inverey.
- ‘O came ye by Braikly, and was ye in there?
Or saw ye his Peggy dear riving her hair?’
- ‘O I came by Braikly, and I was in there,
But I saw not his Peggy dear riving her hair.’
- ‘O fye on ye, lady! how could ye do sae?
You opend your yate to the faus Inverey.’
- She eat wi him, drank wi him, welcomd him in;
She welcomd the villain that slew her baron.
- She kept him till morning, syne bad him be gane,
And showd him the road that he woud na be tane.
- ‘Thro Birss and Aboyne,’ she says, ‘lyin in a tour,
Oer the hills of Glentanor you’ll skip in an hour.’
- There is grief in the kitchen, and mirth in the ha,
But the Baron of Braikly is dead and awa.