Francis James Child

“ He widna sit in the house and see my kye tane.
'But lasses tak down yer rocks, and we will defend
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'O kiss me, dear Peggy, and gee me down my gun,
I may well ga out, but I'll never come in.'
Out spak his brither, says, Gee me yer hand;
I'll fight in yer cause sae lang as I may stand.
Whan the Baron o Breachell came to the closs,
A braver baron neir red upon horse.
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I think the silly heard widifas are grown fighten men.
First they killed ane, and syen they killed twa,
And the Baron o Breachell is dead and awa. ”

“ O sichin and sobbin she'll soon get her fill.'
'I'm no coward, brother, 'tis kend I'm a man;
I'll ficht i your quarral as lang's I can stand.
'I'll ficht, my dear brother, wi heart and gude will,
And so will young Harry that lives at the mill.
'But turn, mi dear brother, and nae langer stay:
What'll cum o your ladie, gin Braikley thei slay?
'What'll cum o your ladie and bonnie young son?
O what'll cum o them when Braikley is gone?'
'I never will turn: do you think I will fly? ”

“ An a' will be plunderd by young Inverey.'
'Now haud your tongue, Peggy, and gie me a gun,
Ye'll see me gae furth, but I'll never cum in.
'Call mi brother William, mi unkl also,
Mi cousin James Gordon; we'll mount and we'll go.'
When Braikley was ready and stood i the closs,
He was the bravest baronne that eer mounted horse.
Whan all wer assembld o the castell green,
No man like brave Braikley was ther to be seen
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'Turn bak, brother William, ye are a bridegroom ”