Then Captain Carre he rode away,
he staid noe longer at that tide,
he thought that place it was to warme
soe neere for to abide
He calld unto his merry men all
bidd them make hast away
for we have slaine his children three
all, and his lady gay.
Word came to lovly loudon[1]
to loudon[681] wheras her lord lay,
his castle and his hall was burned
all and his lady gay.
Soe hath he done his Children three,
More dearer unto him
then either the silver or the gold
that men soe faine wold win.
But when he looket this writing on,
Lord in is hart he was woe!
saies, I will find thee, Captain Carre,
wether thou ryde or goe!
Buff yee, bowne yee, my merry men all
with tempered swords of steele,
for till I have found out Captaine Carre,
My hart it is nothing weele.
But when he came to dractons Borrow,
soe long ere it was day,
and ther he found him, Captaine Carre;
that night he ment to stay.]
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FOOTNOTES:
[647] This ballad is well known in that neighbourhood, where it is intitled Adam O'Gordon. It may be observed, that the famous freebooter whom Edward I. fought with, hand to hand, near Farnham, was named Adam Gordon.