{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch178.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch178.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch178.htm","text":"178A.1 IT befell at Martynmas,\nWhen wether waxed colde,\nCaptaine Care said to his men,\nWe must go take a holde.\n?? Syck, sike, and to-towe sike,\nAnd sike and like to die;\nThe sikest nighte that euer I abode,\nGod lord haue mercy on me!\n178A.2 \u2018Haille, master, and wether you will,\nAnd wether ye like it best;\u2019\n\u2018To the castle of Crecrynbroghe,\nAnd there we will take our reste.\u2019\n178A.3 \u2018I knowe wher is a gay castle,\nIs builded of lyme and stone;\nWithin their is a gay ladie,\nHer lord is riden and gone.\u2019\n178A.4 The ladie she lend on her castle-walle,\nShe loked vpp and downe;\nThere was she ware of an host of men,\nCome riding to the towne.\n178A.5 \u2018Se yow, my meri men all,\nAnd se yow what I see?\nYonder I see an host of men,\nI muse who they bee.\u2019\n178A.6 She thought he had ben her wed lord,\nAs he comd riding home;\nThen was it traitur Captaine Care\nThe lord of Ester-towne.\n178A.7 They wer no soner at supper sett,\nThen after said the grace,\nOr Captaine Care and all his men\nWer lighte aboute the place.\n178A.8 \u2018Gyue ouer thi howsse, thou lady gay,\nAnd I will make the a bande;\nTo-nighte thou shall ly within my armes,\nTo-morrowe thou shall ere my lande.\u2019\n178A.9 Then bespacke the eldest sonne,\nThat was both whitt and redde:\nO mother dere, geue ouer your howsse,\nOr elles we shalbe deade.\n178A.10 \u2018I will not geue ouer my hous,\u2019 she saithe,\n\u2018Not for feare of my lyffe;\nIt shalbe talked throughout the land,\nThe slaughter of a wyffe.\n178A.11 \u2018Fetch me my pestilett,\nAnd charge me my gonne,\nThat I may shott at yonder bloddy butcher,\nThe lord of Easter-towne.\u2019\n178A.12 Styfly vpon her wall she stode,\nAnd lett the pellettes flee;\nBut then she myst the blody bucher,\nAnd she slew other three.\n178A.13 \u2018[I will] not geue ouer my hous,\u2019 she saithe,\n\u2018Netheir for lord nor lowne;\nNor yet for traitour Captaine Care,\nThe lord of Easter-towne.\n178A.14 \u2018I desire of Captine Care,\nAnd all his bloddye band,\nThat he would saue my eldest sonne,\nThe eare of all my lande.\u2019\n178A.15 \u2018Lap him in a shete,\u2019 he sayth,\n\u2018And let him downe to me,\nAnd I shall take him in my armes,\nHis waran shall I be.\u2019\n178A.16 The captayne sayd unto him selfe:\nWyth sped, before the rest,\nHe cut his tonge out of his head,\nHis hart out of his brest.\n178A.17 He lapt them in a handkerchef,\nAnd knet it of knotes three,\nAnd cast them ouer the castell-wall,\nAt that gay ladye.\n178A.18 \u2018Fye vpon the, Captayne Care,\nAnd all thy bloddy band!\nFor thou hast slayne my eldest sonne,\nThe ayre of all my land.\u2019\n178A.19 Then bespake the yongest sonne,\nThat say on the nurses knee,\nSayth, Mother gay, geue ouer your house;\nIt smoldereth me.\n178A.20 \u2018I wold geue my gold,\u2019 she saith,\n\u2018And so I wolde my fee,\nFor a blaste of the westryn wind,\nTo dryue the smoke from thee.\n178A.21 \u2018Fy vpon the, John Hamleton,\nThat euer I paid the hyre!\nFor thou hast broken my castle-wall,\nAnd kyndled in the fyre.\u2019\n178A.22 The lady gate to her close parler,\nThe fire fell aboute her head;\nShe toke vp her childern thre,\nSeth, Babes, we are all dead.\n178A.23 Then bespake the hye steward,\nThat is of hye degree;\nSaith, Ladie gay, you are in close,\nWether ye fighte or flee.\n178A.24 Lord Hamleton dremd in his dream,\nIn Caruall where he laye,\nHis halle were all of fyre,\nHis ladie slayne or daye.\n178A.25 \u2018Busk and bowne, my merry men all,\nEven and go ye with me;\nFor I dremd that my haal was on fyre,\nMy lady slayne or day.\u2019\n178A.26 He buskt him and bownd hym,\nAnd like a worthi knighte;\nAnd when he saw his hall burning,\nHis harte was no dele lighte.\n178A.27 He sett a trumpett till his mouth,\nHe blew as it plesd his grace;\nTwenty score of Hamlentons\nWas light aboute the place.\n178A.28 \u2018Had I knowne as much yesternighte\nAs I do to-daye,\nCaptaine Care and all his men\nShould not haue gone so quite.\n178A.29 \u2018Fye vpon the, Captaine Care,\nAnd all thy blody bande!\nThou haste slayne my lady gay,\nMore wurth then all thy lande.\n178A.30 \u2018If thou had ought eny ill will,\u2019 he saith,\n\u2018Thou shoulde haue taken my lyffe,\nAnd haue saved my children thre,\nAll and my louesome wyffe.\u2019\n178B: Captain Car, or, Edom o Gordon\n178B.1 \u2018FFAITH, master, whither you will,\nWhereas you like the best;\nVnto the castle of Bittons-borrow,\nAnd there to take your rest.\u2019\n178B.2 \u2018But yonder stands a castle faire,\nIs made of lyme and stone;\nYonder is in it a fayre lady,\nHer lord is ridden and gone.\u2019\n178B.3 The lady stood on her castle-wall,\nShe looked vpp and downe;\nShe was ware of an hoast of men,\nCame rydinge towards the towne.\n178B.4 \u2018See you not, my merry men all,\nAnd see you not what I doe see?\nMethinks I see a hoast of men;\nI muse who they shold be.\u2019\n178B.5 She thought it had beene her louly lord,\nHe had come ryding home;\nIt was the traitor, Captaine Carre,\nThe lord of Westerton-towne.\n178B.6 They had noe sooner super sett,\nAnd after said the grace,\nBut the traitor, Captaine Carre,\nWas light about the place.\n178B.7 \u2018Giue over thy house, thou lady gay,\nI will make thee a band;\nAll night with-in mine armes thou\u2019st lye,\nTo-morrow be the heyre of my land.\u2019\n178B.8 \u2018I\u2019le not giue over my house,\u2019 shee said,\n\u2018Neither for ladds nor man,\nNor yet for traitor Captaine Carre,\nVntill my lord come home.\n178B.9 \u2018But reach me my pistoll pe[c]e,\nAnd charge you well my gunne;\nI\u2019le shoote at the bloody bucher,\nThe lord of Westerton.\u2019\n178B.10 She stood vppon her castle-wall\nAnd let the bulletts flee,\nAnd where shee mist .\n. . .\n178B.11 But then bespake the litle child,\nThat sate on the nurses knee;\nSaies, Mother deere, giue ore this house,\nFor the smoake it smoothers me.\n178B.12 \u2018I wold giue all my gold, my childe,\nSoe wold I doe all my fee,\nFor one blast of the westerne wind\nTo blow the smoke from thee.\u2019\n178B.13 But when shee saw the fier\nCame flaming ore her head,\nShee tooke then vpp her children two,\nSayes, Babes, we all beene dead!\n178B.14 But Adam then he fired the house,\nA sorrowfull sight to see;\nNow hath he burned this lady faire\nAnd eke her children three.\n178B.15 Then Captaine Carre he rode away,\nHe staid noe longer at that tide;\nHe thought that place it was to warme\nSoe neere for to abide.\n178B.16 He calld vnto his merry men all,\nBidd them make hast away;\n\u2018For we haue slaine his children three,\nAll and his lady gay.\u2019\n178B.17 Worde came to louly London,\nTo London wheras her lord lay,\nHis castle and his hall was burned,\nAll and his lady gay.\n178B.18 Soe hath he done his children three,\nMore dearer vnto him\nThen either the siluer or the gold,\nThat men soe faine wold win.\n178B.19 But when he looket this writing on,\nLord, in is hart he was woe!\nSaies, I will find thee, Captaine Carre,\nWether thou ryde or goe!\n178B.20 Buske yee, bowne yee, my merrymen all,\nWith tempered swords of steele,\nFor till I haue found out Captaine Carre,\nMy hart it is nothing weele.\n178B.21 But when he came to Dractons-borrow,\nSoe long ere it was day,\nAnd ther he found him Captaine Carre;\nThat night he ment to stay.\n* * * * *\n178C: Captain Car, or, Edom o Gordon\n178C.* * * *\n\u2018LUK ye to yon hie castel,\nYon hie castel we see;\nA woman\u2019s wit\u2019s sun oercum,\nShe\u2019ll gie up her house to me.\u2019\n178C.2 She ca\u2019d to her merry men a\u2019,\n\u2018Bring me my five pistols and my lang gun;\u2019\nThe first shot the fair lady shot,\nShe shot seven of Gordon\u2019s men.\n178C.3 He turned round about his back,\nAnd sware he woud ha his desire,\nAnd if that castel was built of gowd,\nIt should gang a\u2019 to fire.\n178C.4 Up then spak her doughter deere,\nShe had nae mair than she:\n\u2018Gie up your house, now, mither deere,\nThe reek it skomfishes me.\u2019\n178C.5 \u2018I\u2019d rather see you birnt,\u2019 said she,\n\u2018And doun to ashes fa,\nEre I gie up my house to Adam of Gordon,\nAnd to his merry men a\u2019.\n178C.6 \u2018I\u2019ve four and twenty kye\nGaing upo the muir;\nI\u2019d gie em for a blast of wind,\nThe reek it blaws sae sour.\u2019\n178C.7 Up then spak her little young son,\nSits on the nourrice knee:\n\u2018Gie up your house, now, mither deere,\nThe reek it skomfishes me.\u2019\n178C.8 \u2018I\u2019ve twenty four ships\nA sailing on the sea;\nI\u2019ll gie em for a blast of southern wind,\nTo blaw the reek frae thee.\n178C.9 \u2018I\u2019d rather see you birnt,\u2019 said she,\n\u2018And grund as sma as flour,\nEer I gie up my noble house,\nTo be Adam of Gordon\u2019s hure.\u2019\n* * * * *\n178D: Captain Car, or, Edom o Gordon\n178D.1 IT fell about the Martinmas,\nWhen the wind blew schrile and cauld,\nSaid Edom o Gordon to his men,\nWe maun draw to a hald.\n178D.2 \u2018And what an a hald sall we draw to,\nMy merry men and me?\nWe will gae to the house of the Rhodes,\nTo see that fair lady.\u2019\n178D.3 She had nae sooner busket her sell,\nNor putten on her gown,\nTill Edom o Gordon and his men\nWere round about the town.\n178D.4 They had nae sooner sitten down,\nNor sooner said the grace,\nTill Edom o Gordon and his men\nWere closed about the place.\n178D.5 The lady ran up to her tower-head,\nAs fast as she could drie,\nTo see if by her fair speeches\nShe could with him agree.\n178D.6 As soon he saw the lady fair,\nAnd hir yates all locked fast,\nHe fell into a rage of wrath,\nAnd his heart was aghast.\n178D.7 \u2018Cum down to me, ye lady fair,\nCum down to me; let\u2019s see;\nThis night ye\u2019s ly by my ain side,\nThe morn my bride sall be.\u2019\n178D.8 \u2018I winnae cum down, ye fals Gordon,\nI winnae cum down to thee;\nI winnae forsake my ane dear lord,\nThat is sae far frae me.\u2019\n178D.9 \u2018Gi up your house, ye fair lady,\nGi up your house to me,\nOr I will burn yoursel therein,\nBot and your babies three.\u2019\n178D.10 \u2018I winnae gie up, you fals Gordon,\nTo nae sik traitor as thee,\nTho you should burn mysel therein,\nBot and my babies three.\u2019\n178D.11 \u2018Set fire to the house,\u2019 quoth fals Gordon,\n\u2018Sin better may nae bee;\nAnd I will burn hersel therein,\nBot and her babies three.\u2019\n178D.12 \u2018And ein wae worth ye, Jock my man!\nI paid ye weil your fee;\nWhy pow ye out my ground-wa-stane,\nLets in the reek to me?\n178D.13 \u2018And ein wae worth ye, Jock my man!\nFor I paid you weil your hire;\nWhy pow ye out my ground-wa-stane,\nTo me lets in the fire?\u2019\n178D.14 \u2018Ye paid me weil my hire, lady,\nYe paid me weil my fee,\nBut now I\u2019m Edom of Gordon\u2019s man,\nMaun either do or die.\u2019\n178D.15 O then bespake her youngest son,\nSat on the nurses knee,\n\u2018Dear mother, gie owre your house,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018For the reek it worries me.\u2019\n178D.16 \u2018I winnae gie up my house, my dear,\nTo nae sik traitor as he;\nCum weil, cum wae, my jewels fair,\nYe maun tak share wi me.\u2019\n178D.17 O then bespake her dochter dear,\nShe was baith jimp and sma;\n\u2018O row me in a pair o shiets,\nAnd tow me owre the wa.\u2019\n178D.18 They rowd her in a pair of shiets,\nAnd towd her owre the wa,\nBut on the point of Edom\u2019s speir\nShe gat a deadly fa.\n178D.19 O bonny, bonny was hir mouth,\nAnd chirry were her cheiks,\nAnd clear, clear was hir yellow hair,\nWhereon the reid bluid dreips!\n178D.20 Then wi his speir he turnd hir owr;\nO gin hir face was wan!\nHe said, You are the first that eer\nI wist alive again.\n178D.21 He turned hir owr and owr again;\nO gin hir skin was whyte!\nHe said, I might ha spard thy life\nTo been some mans delyte.\n178D.22 \u2018Busk and boon, my merry men all,\nFor ill dooms I do guess;\nI cannae luik in that boony face,\nAs it lyes on the grass.\u2019\n178D.23 \u2018Them luiks to freits, my master deir,\nThen freits will follow them;\nLet it neir be said brave Edom o Gordon\nWas daunted with a dame.\u2019\n178D.24 O then he spied hir ain deir lord,\nAs he came owr the lee;\nHe saw his castle in a fire,\nAs far as he could see.\n178D.25 \u2018Put on, put on, my mighty men,\nAs fast as ye can drie!\nFor he that\u2019s hindmost of my men\nSall neir get guid o me.\u2019\n178D.26 And some they raid, and some they ran,\nFu fast out-owr the plain,\nBut lang, lang eer he coud get up\nThey were a\u2019 deid and slain.\n178D.27 But mony were the mudie men\nLay gasping on the grien;\nFor o fifty men that Edom brought out\nThere were but five ged heme.\n178D.28 And mony were the mudie men\nLay gasping on the grien,\nAnd mony were the fair ladys\nLay lemanless at heme.\n178D.29 And round and round the waes he went,\nTheir ashes for to view;\nAt last into the flames he flew,\nAnd bad the world adieu.\n178E: Captain Car, or, Edom o Gordon\n178E.1 IT fell about the Martinmas time,\nWhen the wind blew shrill and cauld,\nSaid Captain Gordon to his men,\nWe\u2019ll a\u2019 draw to som hauld.\n178E.2 \u2018And whatena hauld shall we draw to,\nTo be the nearest hame?\u2019\n\u2018We will draw to the ha o bonny Cargarff;\nThe laird is na at hame.\u2019\n178E.3 The lady sat on her castle-wa,\nBeheld both dale and down;\nAnd she beheld the fause Gordon\nCome halycon to the town.\n178E.4 \u2018Now, Lady Cargarff, gie ower yer house,\nGie ower yer house to me;\nNow, Lady Cargarff, gie ower yer house,\nOr in it you shall die.\u2019\n178E.5 \u2018I\u2019ll no gie ower my bonny house,\nTo lord nor yet to loun;\nI\u2019ll no gie ower my bonny house\nTo the traitors of Auchindown.\u2019\n* * * * *\n178E.6 Then up and spak her youngest son,\nSat at the nourice\u2019s knee:\n\u2018O mother dear, gie ower yer house,\nFor the reek o\u2019t smothers me.\u2019\n178E.7 \u2018I would gie a\u2019 my goud, my child,\nSae would I a\u2019 my fee,\nFor ae blast o the westlan win,\nTo blaw the reek frae thee.\u2019\n178E.8 Then up and spak her eldest heir,\nHe spak wi muckle pride:\n\u2018Now mother dear, keep weel yer house,\nAnd I\u2019ll fight by yer side.\u2019\n178F: Captain Car, or, Edom o Gordon\n178F.1 IT fell about the Martinmas time,\nWhen the wind blew snell and cauld,\nThat Adam o Gordon said to his men,\nWhere will we get a hold?\n178F.2 See [ye] not where yonder fair castle\nStands on yon lily lee?\nThe laird and I hae a deadly feud,\nThe lady fain would I see.\n178F.3 As she was up on the househead,\nBehold, on looking down,\nShe saw Adam o Gordon and his men,\nComing riding to the town.\n178F.4 The dinner was not well set down,\nNor the grace was scarcely said,\nTill Adam o Gordon and his men\nAbout the walls were laid.\n178F.5 \u2018It\u2019s fause now fa thee, Jock my man!\nThou might a let me be;\nYon man has lifted the pavement-stone,\nAn let in the low unto me.\u2019\n178F.6 \u2018Seven years I served thee, fair ladie,\nYou gave me meat and fee;\nBut now I am Adam o Gordon\u2019s man,\nAn maun either do it or die.\u2019\n178F.7 \u2018Come down, come down, my lady Loudoun,\nCome down thou unto me!\nI\u2019ll wrap thee on a feather-bed,\nThy warrand I shall be.\u2019\n178F.8 \u2018I\u2019ll no come down, I\u2019ll no come down,\nFor neither laird no[r] loun;\nNor yet for any bloody butcher\nThat lives in Altringham town.\n178F.9 \u2018I would give the black,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018And so would I the brown,\nIf that Thomas, my only son,\nCould charge to me a gun.\u2019\n178F.10 Out then spake the lady Margaret,\nAs she stood on the stair;\nThe fire was at her goud garters,\nThe lowe was at her hair.\n178F.11 \u2018I would give the black,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018And so would I the brown,\nFor a drink of yon water,\nThat runs by Galston Town.\u2019\n178F.12 Out then spake fair Annie,\nShe was baith jimp and sma\n\u2018O row me in a pair o sheets,\nAnd tow me down the wa!\u2019\n178F.13 \u2018O hold the tongue, thou fair Annie,\nAnd let thy talkin be;\nFor thou must stay in this fair castle,\nAnd bear thy death with me.\u2019\n178F.14 \u2018O mother,\u2019 spoke the lord Thomas,\nAs he sat on the nurse\u2019s knee,\n\u2018O mother, give up this fair castle,\nOr the reek will worrie me.\u2019\n178F.15 \u2018I would rather be burnt to ashes sma,\nAnd be cast on yon sea-foam,\nBefore I\u2019d give up this fair castle,\nAnd my lord so far from home.\n178F.16 \u2018My good lord has an army strong,\nHe\u2019s now gone oer the sea;\nHe bad me keep this gay castle,\nAs long as it would keep me.\n178F.17 \u2018I\u2019ve four-and-twenty brave milk kye,\nGangs on yon lily lee;\nI\u2019d give them a\u2019 for a blast of wind,\nTo blaw the reek from me.\u2019\n178F.18 O pittie on yon fair castle,\nThat\u2019s built with stone and lime!\nBut far mair pittie on Lady Loudoun,\nAnd all her children nine!\n178G: Captain Car, or, Edom o Gordon\n178G.1 IT was in and about the Martinmas time,\nWhen the wind blew schill and cauld,\nThat Adam o Gordon said to his men,\nWhare will we get a hauld?\n178G.2 \u2018Do ye not see yon bonnie castell,\nThat stands on Loudon lee?\nThe lord and I hae a deadlie feed,\nAnd his lady fain wuld I see.\u2019\n178G.3 Lady Campbell was standing in the close,\nA preenin o her goun,\nWhan Adam o Gordon and his men\nCam riding thro Galston toun.\n178G.4 The dinner was na weel set doun,\nNor yet the grace weel said,\nTill Adam o Gordon and a\u2019 his men\nAround the wa\u2019s war laid.\n178G.5 \u2018Come doun, come down, Ladie Campbell,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Come doun and speak to me;\nI\u2019ll kep thee in a feather bed,\nAnd thy warraner I will be.\u2019\n178G.6 \u2018I winna come doun and speak to thee,\nNor to ony lord nor loun;\nNor yet to thee, thou bloody butcher,\nThe laird o Auchruglen toun.\u2019\n178G.7 \u2018Come doun, come doun, Ladye Campbell,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Cum doun and speak to me;\nI\u2019ll kep thee on the point o my sword,\nAnd thy warraner I will be.\u2019\n178G.8 \u2018I winna come doun and speak to thee,\nNor to ony lord or loun,\nNor yet to thee, thou bludie butcher,\nThe laird o Auchruglen toun.\u2019\n178G.9 \u2018Syne gin ye winna come doun,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018A\u2019 for to speak to me,\nI\u2019ll tye the bands around my waist,\nAnd fire thy death sall be.\u2019\n178G.10 \u2018I\u2019d leifer be burnt in ashes sma,\nAnd cuist in yon sea-faem,\nOr I\u2019d gie up this bonnie castell,\nAnd my gude lord frae hame.\n178G.11 \u2018For my gude lord\u2019s in the army strong,\nHe\u2019s new gane ower the sea;\nHe bade me keep this bonnie castell,\nAs lang\u2019s it wuld keep me.\u2019\n178G.12 \u2018Set fire to the house,\u2019 said bauld Gordon,\n\u2018Set fire to the house, my men;\nWe\u2019ll gar Lady Campbell come for to rew\nAs she burns in the flame.\u2019\n178G.13 \u2018O wae be to thee, Carmichael,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018And an ilk death may ye die!\nFor ye hae lifted the pavement-stane,\nAnd loot up the lowe to me.\n178G.14 \u2018Seven years ye war about my house,\nAnd received both meat and fee:\u2019\n\u2018And now I\u2019m Adam o Gordon\u2019s man,\nI maun either do or dee.\u2019\n178G.15 \u2018Oh I wad gie the black,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018And I wuld gie the brown,\nAll for ae cup o the cauld water\nThat rins to Galstoun toun.\u2019\n178G.16 Syne out and spak the auld dochter,\nShe was baith jimp and sma:\n\u2018O row me in a pair o sheets,\nAnd fling me ower the wa!\u2019\n178G.17 They row\u2019t her in a pair o sheets,\nAnd flang her ower the wa,\nAnd on the point o Gordon\u2019s sword\nShe gat a deadlie fa.\n178G.18 He turned her ower, and ower again,\nAnd oh but she looked wan!\n\u2018I think I\u2019ve killed as bonnie a face\nAs ere the sun shined on.\u2019\n178G.19 He turned her ower, and ower again,\nAnd oh but she lookt white!\n\u2018I micht hae spared this bonnie face,\nTo hae been some man\u2019s delight!\u2019\n178G.20 Syne out and spak Lady Margaret,\nAs she stood on the stair:\n\u2018The fire is at my gowd garters,\nAnd the lowe is at my hair.\u2019\n178G.21 Syne out and spak fair Ladie Ann,\nFrae childbed whare she lay:\n\u2018Gie up this bonnie castell, mother,\nAnd let us win away.\u2019\n178G.22 \u2018Lye still, lye still, my fair Annie,\nAnd let your talking be;\nFor ye maun stay in this bonnie castell\nAnd dree your death wi me.\u2019\n178G.23 \u2018Whatever death I am to dree,\nI winna die my lane:\nI\u2019ll tak a bairn in ilka arm\nAnd the third is in my wame.\u2019\n178G.24 Syne out and spak her youngest son,\nA bonnie wee boy was he:\n\u2018Gae doun, gae doun, mother,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Or the lowe will worry me.\u2019\n178G.25 \u2018I\u2019d leifer be brent in ashes sma\nAnd cuist in yon sea-faem,\nOr I\u2019d gie up this bonnie castell,\nAnd my guid lord frae hame.\n178G.26 \u2018For my gude lord\u2019s in the army strong,\nHe\u2019s new gane ower the sea;\nBut gin he eer returns again,\nRevenged my death sall be.\u2019\n178G.27 Syne out and spak her waitin-maid:\nReceive this babe frae me,\nAnd save the saikless babie\u2019s life,\nAnd I\u2019ll neer seek mair fee.\n178G.28 \u2018How can I tak the bairn?\u2019 she said,\n\u2018How can I tak\u2019t?\u2019 said she,\n\u2018For my hair was ance five quarters lang,\nAnd \u2019tis now brent to my bree.\u2019\n178G.29 She rowit it in a feather-bed,\nAnd flang it ower the wa,\nBut on the point o Gordon\u2019s sword\nIt gat a deidlie fa.\n178G.30 \u2018I wuld gie Loudon\u2019s bonnie castell,\nAnd Loudon\u2019s bonnie lee,\nAll gin my youngest son Johnnie\nCould charge a gun to me.\n178G.31 \u2018Oh, I wuld gie the black,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018And sae wuld I the bay,\nGin young Sir George could take a steed\nAnd quickly ride away.\u2019\n178G.32 Syne out and spak her auldest son,\nAs he was gaun to die:\n\u2018Send doun your chamber-maid, mother,\nShe gaes wi bairn to me.\u2019\n178G.33 \u2018Gin ye were not my eldest son,\nAnd heir o a\u2019 my land,\nI\u2019d tye a sheet around thy neck,\nAnd hang thee with my hand.\n178G.34 \u2018I would gie my twenty gude milk-kye,\nThat feed on Shallow lee,\nA\u2019 for ae blast o the norland wind,\nTo blaw the lowe frae me.\u2019\n178G.35 Oh was na it a pitie o yon bonnie castell,\nThat was biggit wi stane and lime!\nBut far mair pity o Lady Ann Campbell,\nThat was brunt wi her bairns nine.\n178G.36 Three o them war married wives,\nAnd three o them were bairns,\nAnd three o them were leal maidens,\nThat neer lay in men\u2019s arms.\n178G.37 And now Lord Loudon he\u2019s come hame,\nAnd a sorry man was he:\n\u2018He micht hae spared my lady\u2019s life,\nAnd wreakit himsell on me!\n178G.38 \u2018But sin we\u2019ve got thee, bauld Gordon,\nWild horses shall thee tear,\nFor murdering o my ladie bricht,\nBesides my children dear.\u2019\n178[H]: Captain Car, or, Edom o Gordon\n178[H].1 It fell about the Martinmass time,\nWhen the wind blew shill and cald,\nThat Adam McGordon said to his men,\nWhere will we get a hall?\n178[H.2] \u2018There is a hall here near by,\nWell built with lime and stone;\nThere is a lady there within\nAs white as the . . bone.\u2019\n178[H.3] \u2018Seven year and more this lord and I\nHas had a deadly feud,\nAnd now, since her good lord\u2019s frae hame,\nHis place to me she\u2019ll yield.\u2019\n178[H.4] She looked oer her castle-wall,\nAnd so she looked down,\nAnd saw Adam McGordon and his men\nApproaching the wood-end.\n178[H.5] \u2018Steik up, steik up my yett,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018And let my draw-bridge fall;\nThere is meickle treachery\nWalking about my wall.\u2019\n178[H.6] She had not the sentence past,\nNor yet the word well said,\nWhen Adam McGordon and his men\nAbout the walls were laid.\n178[H.7] She looked out at her window,\nAnd then she looked down,\nAnd then she saw Jack, her own man,\nLifting the pavement-stane.\n178[H.8] \u2018Awa, awa, Jack my man!\nSeven year I paid you meat and fee,\nAnd now you lift the pavement-stane\nTo let in the low to me.\u2019\n178[H.9] \u2018I yield, I yield, O lady fair,\nSeven year ye paid me meat and fee;\nBut now I am Adam McGordon\u2019s man,\nI must either do or die.\u2019\n178[H.10] \u2018If ye be Adam McGordon\u2019s man,\nAs I true well ye be,\nProve true unto your own master,\nAnd work your will to me.\u2019\n178[H.11] \u2018Come down, come down, my lady Campbell,\nCome down into my hand;\nYe shall lye all night by my side,\nAnd the morn at my command.\u2019\n178[H.12] \u2018I winna come down,\u2019 this lady says,\n\u2018For neither laird nor lown,\nNor to no bloody butcher\u2019s son,\nThe Laird of Auchindown.\n178[H.13] \u2018I wald give all my kine,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018So wald I fifty pound,\nThat Andrew Watty he were here;\nHe would charge me my gun.\n178[H.14] \u2018He would charge me my gun,\nAnd put in bullets three,\nThat I might shoot that cruel traitor\nThat works his wills on me.\u2019\n178[H.15] He shot in, and [s]he shot out,\nThe value of an hour,\nUntil the hall Craigie North\nWas like to be blawn in the air.\n178[H.16] \u2018He fired in, and she fired out,\nThe value of houris three,\nUntill the hall Craigie North\nThe reik went to the sea.\n178[H.17] \u2018O the frost, and ae the frost,\nThe frost that freezes fell!\nI cannot stay within my bower,\nThe powder it blaws sae bald.\u2019\n178[H.18] But then spake her oldest son,\nHe was both white and red;\n\u2018O mither dear, yield up your house!\nWe\u2019ll all be burnt to deed.\u2019\n178[H.19] Out then spake the second son,\nHe was both red and fair;\n\u2018O brother dear, would you yield up your house,\nAnd you your father\u2019s heir!\u2019\n178[H.20] Out then spake the little babe,\nStood at the nurse\u2019s knee;\n\u2018O mither dear, yield up your house!\nThe reik will worry me.\u2019\n178[H.21] Out then speaks the little nurse,\nThe babe upon her knee;\n\u2018O lady, take from me your child!\nI\u2019ll never crave my fee.\u2019\n178[H.22] \u2018Hold thy tongue, thou little nurse,\nOf thy prating let me bee;\nFor be it death or be it life,\nThou shall take share with me.\n178[H.23] \u2018I wald give a\u2019 my sheep,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018T[hat] . . yon . . s]ha],\nI had a drink of that wan water\nThat runs down by my wa.\u2019\n178[I]: Captain Car, or, Edom o Gordon\n178[I].1 It fell about the Martimas time,\nFan the wind blue loud an calld,\nSaid Edom of Gordon to his men,\nWe man dra till a hall.\n178[I.2] \u2018An fatten a hall will we dra tell,\nMy merry men a\u2019 an me?\nWe will to the house of Rothes,\nAn see that gay lady.\u2019\n178[I.3] The lady louked our castell-wa,\nBeheld the day ga doun,\nAn she saa Edun of Gordon,\nFase Edom of Ach[en]doun.\n178[I.4] \u2018Gee our yer house, ye gay lady,\nGee our yer house to me;\nThe night ye\u2019s be my leall leman,\nThe morn my lady free.\u2019\n178[I.5] \u2018I winn gee our my bonny house,\nTo leard nor yet to loun,\nNor will I gee our my bonny house\nTo fase Edom of Achendoun.\n178[I.6] \u2018Bat ye gett me Cluny, Gight, or Glack,\nOr get him young Lesmore,\nAn I ell gee our my bonny house\nTo ony of a\u2019 the four.\u2019\n178[I.7] \u2018Ye\u2019s nether gett Cluny, Gight, nor Glack,\nNor yet him young Lesmore,\nAn ye man gee our yer bonny house,\nWinten ony of a\u2019 the four.\u2019\n178[I.8] The ladie shot out of a shot-windou,\nIt didne hurt his head,\nIt only grased his knee\n. . . . . .\n178[I.9] \u2018Ye hast, my merry men a\u2019,\nGather hathorn an fune,\n. . . . . . .\nTo see gin this lady will burn.\u2019\n178[I.10] \u2018Wai worth ye, Joke, my man!\nI paid ye well yer fee,\nAn ye tane out the quin -stane,\nLaten in the fire to me.\n178[I.11] \u2018Wai worth ye, Joke, my man!\nI paid ye well yer hair,\nAn ye t[a]en out the qunie-stane,\nTo me laten in the fire.\u2019\n178[I.12] \u2018Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,\nYe paid me well my fee,\nBat nou I am Edom of Gordon\u2019s man,\nMane eather dee\u2019d or dree.\n178[I.13] \u2018Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,\nYe paid me well my hire,\nBut nou I am Edom of Gordon\u2019s man,\nTo ye mane lat the fire.\u2019\n178[I.14] Out spak her doughter,\nShe was bath jimp an smaa;\n\u2018Ye take me in a pair of shets,\nLat me our the castell-waa.\u2019\n178[I.15] The pat her in a pair of shets,\nLute her oure the castell-waa;\nOn the point of Edom of Gordon\u2019s lance\nShe got a deadly faa.\n178[I.16] Cherry, cherry was her cheeks,\nAn bonny was her eyen;\n. . . . . . .\n. . . . . . .\n178[I.17] He turned her about,\n. . . . . . .\n\u2018I might haa spared that bonny face\nTo ha ben some man\u2019s delight.\n178[I.18] \u2018Chirry is yer chik,\nAn bonny is yer eayn;\nYe\u2019r the first face I ever saa dead\nI wist liveng agen.\u2019\n178[I.19] Out spak one of his men,\nAs he stad by a stane;\n\u2018Lat it never be sade brave Edom of Gordon\nWas dantoned by a dame.\u2019\n178[I.20] Out spake the bonny barn,\nTi sat on the nurce\u2019s knee;\n\u2018Gee out yer house, my mider dear,\nThe reak it smothers me.\u2019\n178[I.21] \u2018I wad gee a\u2019 my silks,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018That lays in mony a fall,\nTo haa ye on the head of Mont Gannell,\nTo gett three gasps of the call.\n178[I.22] \u2018I wad gee a\u2019 my goud,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Far it lays out an in,\nTo haa ye on the head of Mount Ganill,\nTo get three gasps of the wind.\u2019\n178[I.23] . . . . . . . that gued lord,\nAs he came fraa the sea,\n\u2018I see the house of Rothes in fire,\nGod safe my gay ladie!\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 178. Captain Car, or, Edom o Gordon","type":"page"}