Captain Car, or, Edom o Gordon
No: 178; variant: 178[I]
- It fell about the Martimas time,
Fan the wind blue loud an calld,
Said Edom of Gordon to his men,
We man dra till a hall.
- 'An fatten a hall will we dra tell,
My merry men a' an me?
We will to the house of Rothes,
An see that gay lady.'
- The lady louked our castell-wa,
Beheld the day ga doun,
An she saa Edun of Gordon,
Fase Edom of Ach[en]doun.
- 'Gee our yer house, ye gay lady,
Gee our yer house to me;
The night ye's be my leall leman,
The morn my lady free.'
- 'I winne: gee our my bonny house,
To leard nor yet to loun,
Nor will I gee our my bonny house
To fase Edom of Achendoun.
- 'Bat ye gett me Cluny, Gight, or Glack,
Or get him young Lesmore,
An I ell gee our my bonny house
To ony of a' the four.'
- 'Ye's nether gett Cluny, Gight, nor Glack,
Nor yet him young Lesmore,
An ye man gee our yer bonny house,
Winten ony of a' the four.'
- The ladie shot out of a shot-windou,
It didne hurt his head,
It only grased his knee
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- 'Ye hast, my merry men a',
Gather hathorn an fune,
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To see gin this lady will burn.'
- 'Wai worth ye, Joke, my man!
I paid ye well yer fee,
An ye tane out the quine:-stane,
Laten in the fire to me.
- 'Wai worth ye, Joke, my man!
I paid ye well yer hair,
An ye t[a]en out the qunie-stane,
To me laten in the fire.'
- 'Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,
Ye paid me well my fee,
Bat nou I am Edom of Gordon's man,
Mane eather dee'd or dree.
- 'Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,
Ye paid me well my hire,
But nou I am Edom of Gordon's man,
To ye mane lat the fire.'
- Out spak her doughter,
She was bath jimp an smaa;
'Ye take me in a pair of shets,
Lat me our the castell-waa.'
- The pat her in a pair of shets,
Lute her oure the castell-waa;
On the point of Edom of Gordon's lance
She got a deadly faa.
- Cherry, cherry was her cheeks,
An bonny was her eyen;
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- He turned her about,
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'I might haa spared that bonny face
To ha ben some man's delight.
- 'Chirry is yer chik,
An bonny is yer eayn;
Ye'r the first face I ever saa dead
I wist liveng agen.'
- Out spak one of his men,
As he stad by a stane;
'Lat it never be sade brave Edom of Gordon
Was dantoned by a dame.'
- Out spake the bonny barn,
Ti sat on the nurce's knee;
'Gee out yer house, my mider dear,
The reak it smothers me.'
- 'I wad gee a' my silks,' she says,
'That lays in mony a fall,
To haa ye on the head of Mont Gannell,
To gett three gasps of the call.
- 'I wad gee a' my goud,' she says,
'Far it lays out an in,
To haa ye on the head of Mount Ganill,
To get three gasps of the wind.'
- . . . . . . . that gued lord,
As he came fraa the sea,
'I see the house of Rothes in fire,
God safe my gay ladie!'