He turn'd her owr and owr again;
O gin hir skin was whyte!
He said, "I might ha spard thy life,
To been some mans delyte."
"Busk and boon, my merry men all,85
For ill dooms I do guess;
I cannae luik in that bonny face,
As it lyes on the grass."
"Them luiks to freits, my master deir,
[Their] freits will follow them;90
Let it neir be said brave Edom o' Gordon
Was daunted with a dame."
O then he spied hir ain deir lord,
As he came owr the lee;
He saw his castle in a fire,95
As far as he could see.
"Put on, put on, my [mighty men],
As fast as ze can drie,
For he that's hindmost of my men,
Sall neir get guid o' me."100
And some they raid, and some they ran,
Fu fast out owr the plain,
But lang, lang, eer he coud get up,
They were a' deid and slain.
But mony were the mudie men105
Lay gasping on the grien;
For o' fifty men that Edom brought out
There were but five ged heme.
And mony were the mudie men
Lay gasping on the grien,110
And mony were the fair ladys
Lay lemanless at heme.
And round and round the waes he went,
Their ashes for to view;
At last into the flames he flew,115
And bad the world adieu.