"Fye upon thee, Captaine Care,
And all thy blody 'bande;'
Thou hast slayne my lady gaye,115
More worth then all thy lande.
"Yf thou had ought eny ill will," he saith,
"Thou shoulde have taken my lyffe,
And have saved my children thre,
All and my lovesome wyffe."120
[84], thee.
EDOM O' GORDON.
From Ritson's Scottish Songs, ii. 17. We presume this is the ballad printed by the Foulises.
It fell about the Martinmas,
Quhen the wind blew schrile and cauld,
Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,
"We maun draw to a hauld.
"And what an a hauld sall we draw to,5
My merry men and me?
We will gae to the house of the Rodes,
To see that fair ladie."
She had nae sooner busket hersell,
Nor putten on her gown,10
Till Edom o' Gordon and his men
Were round about the town.