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." The Gordon then his bugle blew, And said, "Awa', awa'; The house o' the Rodes is a' in a flame, I hold it time to ga'." O then bespied her ain dear lord, As he came owre the lee; He saw his castle all in a lowe, Sae far as he could see. "Put on, put on, my wichty men, As fast as ye can dri'e; For he that is hindmost of the thrang, Shall ne'er get gude o' me!" Then some they rade, and some they ran, Fu' fast out-owre the bent; But ere the foremost could win up, Baith lady and babes were brent. He wrang his hands, he rent his hair, And wept in teenfu' mood; "Ah, traitors! for this cruel deed, Ye shall weep tears of blude." And after the Gordon he has gane, Sae fast as he might dri'e, And soon i' the Gordon's foul heart's blude, He's wroken his fair ladie. * * * * * KINMONT WILLIE. O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde? O have ye na heard o' the keen Lord Scroope? How they hae ta'en bauld Kinmont Willie, On Haribee to hang him up? Had Willie had but twenty men, But twenty men as stout as he, Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont ta'en, Wi' eight score in his companie.