The ladie ran to her tower head, As fast as she could hie, To see if, by her fair speeches, She could with him agree. "Come doun to me, ye ladye gay, Come doun, come doun to me; This nicht sall ye lie within my arms, The morn my bride sall be." "I winna come doun, ye fause Gordon, I winna come doun to thee; I winna forsake my ain dear lord, That is sae far frae me." "Gie owre your house, ye ladie fair, Gie owre your house to me; Or I sail burn yoursell therein, But and your babies three." "I winna gie owre, ye false Gordon, To nae sic traitor as thee; And if ye burn my ain dear babes, My lord sall mak' ye dree! "But reach my pistol, Glaud, my man, And charge ye weel my gun; For, but an I pierce that bludy butcher, We a' sall be undone." She stude upon the castle wa', And let twa bullets flee; She miss'd that bludy butcher's heart, And only razed his knee. "Set fire to the house!" quo' the false Gordon, All wude wi' dule and ire; "False ladie! ye sail rue that shot, As ye burn in the fire." "Wae worth, wae worth ye, Jock, my man! I paid ye weel your fee; Why pu' ye out the grund-wa-stane, Lets in the reek to me? "And e'en wae worth ye, Jock, my man! I paid ye weel your hire; Why pu' ye out my grund-wa-stane, To me lets in the fire?" "Ye paid me weel my hire, lady,