O then bespake her dochter dear—
She was baith jimp and sma’:
‘O row me in a pair o’ sheets,
And tow me owre the wa’!’
They row’d her in a pair o’ sheets,
And tow’d her owre the wa’;
But on the point o’ Gordon’s spear
She gat a deadly fa’.
O bonnie, bonnie was her mouth,
And cherry were her cheiks,
And clear, clear was her yellow hair,
Whereon the red blood dreips.
Then wi’ his spear he turn’d her owre;
O gin her face was wane!
He said, ‘Ye are the first that e’er
I wish’d alive again.’
He turn’d her owre and owre again;
O gin her skin was white!
‘I might hae spared that bonnie face
To hae been some man’s delight.
‘Busk and boun, my merry men a’,
For ill dooms I do guess;
I canna look in that bonnie face
As it lies on the grass.’
jimp] slender, trim. row] roll, wrap. Busk and boun] trim up and prepare to go.
‘WHA looks to freits, my master dear,
It’s freits will follow them;
Let it ne’er be said that Edom o’ Gordon
Was daunted by a dame.’
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.’