"Gin ye be gentlemen, licht an cum in,
Ther's meat an drink i' my ha' for every man:
Gin ye be hir'd widdifus, ye may gang by,
Gang down to the lawlans, an steal horse an ky."20
Up spak his ladie, at his bak where she laid,
"Get up, get up, Braikley, an be not afraid;
They're but hir'd widdifus wi belted plaids.
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"Cum kis me, my Peggy, I'le nae langer stay,
For I will go out an meet Inverey;25
But haud your tongue, Peggy, and mak nae sic din,
For yon same hir'd widdifus will prove to be men."
She called on her maries, they came to her han;
Cries, "Bring your rocks, lassies, we will them coman;
Get up, get up, Braikley, and turn bak your ky,30
For me an my women will them defy.
"Come forth than, my maidens, an show them some play;
We'll ficht them, an shortly the cowards will fly.
Gin I had a husband, wheras I hae nane,
He wadna ly in his bed and see his ky taen.35
"Ther's four-an-twenty milk whit calves, twal o' them ky,
In the woods o' Glentanner it's ther they a' ly;
Ther are goats in the Etnach, an sheep o' the brae,
An a' will be plunderd by young Inverey."
"Now haud your tongue, Peggy, an gie me a gun,40
Ye'll see me gae furth, but Ile never return.
Call my bruther William, my unkl also;
My cusin James Gordon, we'll mount an' we'll go."
Whan Braikley was ready an stood i the closs,
He was the bravest baronne that e'er munted horse;45
Whan a' war assembld on the castell green,
Nae man like brave Braikley was ther to be seen.
"Turn back, bruther William, ye are a bridegroom,
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We bonnie Jean Gordon, the maid o the mill,