III
The lady stood on her castle wa’,
Beheld baith dale and down;
There she was ’ware of a host of men
Cam’ riding towards the town[476].
IV
‘O see ye not, my merry men a’,
O see ye not what I see?
Methinks I see a host of men;
I marvel wha they be.’
V
She ween’d it had been her lovely lord,
As he cam riding hame;
It was the traitor, Edom o’ Gordon,
Wha reck’d nae sin nor shame.
VI
She had nae sooner buskit[477] hersell,
And putten on her gown,
But Edom o’ Gordon an’ his men
Were round about the town.
VII
They had nae sooner supper set,
Nae sooner said the grace,
But Edom o’ Gordon an’ his men
Were lighted about the place.