"Ye paid me weel my hire, lady, Ye paid me weel my fee; But now I'm Edom o' Gordon's man, Maun either do or die." O then bespake her youngest son, Sat on the nourice' knee; Says, "Mither dear, gie owre this house, For the reek it smothers me." "I wad gie a' my gowd, my bairn, Sae wad I a' my fee, For ae blast o' the westlin' wind, To blaw the reek frae thee!" O then bespake her daughter dear-- She was baith jimp and sma'-- "O row me in a pair o' sheets, And tow me owre the wa'." They rowed her in a pair o' sheets, And towed 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 cheeks; And clear, clear was her yellow hair, Whereon the red blude dreeps. Then wi' his spear he turned her owre, O gin her face was wan! He said, "You are the first that e'er I wish'd alive again." He turned 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 on that bonnie face, As it lies on the grass!" "Wha looks to freits, my master deir, It's freits will follow them; Let it ne'er be said that Edom o' Gordon Was dauntit by a dame."