He's struck the door hard wi' his foot, Sae has he wi' his knee, And iron locks and iron bars Into the floor flung he; "Be not afraid, Burd Ellen!" he says,"There's nane come in but me. "Take up, take up my bonny young son! Gar wash him wi' the milk! Take up, take up my fair lady! Gar roll her in the silk! "And cheer thee up, Burd Ellen!" he says,— "Look nae mair sad nor wae! For your marriage and your churching too Shall baith be in ae day." EDOM O' GORDON. It fell about the Martinmas, When the wind blew shrill and cold, Said Edom o' Gordon to his men"We maun draw to a hold. "And what an hold shall we draw to, We will gae to the house of the Rodes, She had nae sooner busked hersel' They had nae sooner sitten down, Were closed about the place. The lady ran up to her tower head, As fast as she could drie, As soon as he saw the lady fair "Come down to me, ye lady fair! "I winna come down, ye false Gordon! “Gi'e up your house, ye fair lady ! "I winna gi'e up, ye false Gordon ! Though you should burn mysel' therein, Both and my babes three." "Set fire to the house!" quoth false Gordon,"Sin better mayna be; And I will burn hersel' therein, Both and her babes three." "And e'en wae worth ye, Jock, my man! I paid ye weel your fee; Why pull ye out my ground wall-stane, "And e'en wae worth ye, Jock, my man! For I paid ye weel your hire; Why pull ye out my ground wall-stane, "Ye paid me weel my hire, lady! And now I'm Edom o' Gordon's man, O then bespake her youngest son, "Dear mother! gi'e owre your house!" he says,— "For the reek it worries me." "I winna gi'e up my house, my dear! To nae sic traitor as he; 66 Come weal, come woe, my jewels fair! O then bespake her daughter dear,- "O roll me in a pair o' sheets, And tow me owre the wall!" They roll'd her in a pair o' sheets, O bonny, bonny, was her mouth, Then with his spear he turn'd her owre,- He said-" You are the first that e'er 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, But lang, lang ere he could get up 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, |