Ballad Book by Unknown
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page 102 of 255 (40%)
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I winna forsake my ain dear lord,
That is sae far frae me." "Gie owre your house, ye ladie fair, Gie owre your house to me; Or I sail burn yoursell therein, But and your babies three." "I winna gie owre, ye false Gordon, To nae sic traitor as thee; And if ye burn my ain dear babes, My lord sall mak' ye dree! "But reach my pistol, Glaud, my man, And charge ye weel my gun; For, but an I pierce that bludy butcher, We a' sall be undone." She stude upon the castle wa', And let twa bullets flee; She miss'd that bludy butcher's heart, And only razed his knee. "Set fire to the house!" quo' the false Gordon, All wude wi' dule and ire; "False ladie! ye sail rue that shot, As ye burn in the fire." "Wae worth, wae worth ye, Jock, my man! I paid ye weel your fee; |
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