XXVIII
But when the lady saw the fire
Come flaming owre her head,
She wept, and kiss’d her children twain,
Says, ‘Bairns, we been but dead.’
XXIX
The Gordon then his bugle blew,
And said, ‘Awa’, awa’!
This house o’ the Rodes is a’ in a flame;
I hauld it time to ga’.’
XXX
And this way lookit her ain dear lord,
As he cam owre the lea;
He saw his castle a’ in a lowe[485],
As far as he could see.
XXXI
Then sair, O sair, his mind misgave,
And all his heart was wae:
‘Put on, put on, my wighty[486] men,
Sae fast as ye can gae.
XXXII
‘Put on, put on, my wighty men,
Sae fast as ye can drie!
For he that’s hindmost o’ the thrang
Sall ne’er get good o’ me.’