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Won't you help support DayPoems? The Bonnie House o' AirlieBy Anonymous18th CenturyChild Ballad 199 It fell upon a bonnie summer day, When corn grew green and the barley, That there fell oot a great dispute Atween Argyle and Airlie. Argyle he has chosen a hundred o' his men, He marched them out right early; He led them doon by the back o' Dunkeld To plunder the bonnie house o' Airlie. The Lady looked owre her window sae hie, And oh but she grat sairly To see Argyle and a' his men Come to plunder the bonnie house o' Airlie. 'Come doon, come doon, Lady Ogilvie," he cried, 'Come doon and kiss me fairly, Or I swear by the hilt o' my good broad sword That I winna leave a stanin' stane in Airllie." "I winna come down, ye cruel Argyle, I winna kiss ye fairly; I wadna kiss ye, fause Argyle, Tho' ye sudna leave a stanin' stane in Airlie." "Eleven bairns hae I born, And the twelfth ne'er saw his daddy; But though I had gotten as mony again They sud a' gant to fecht for Charlie." "But since it's so, tak ye my hand, And see ye lead me fairly; Ye lead me doon to yonder glen, That I mayna see the burnin o' Airlie." "Come tell me where your dowry is hid, Come tell it to me fairly, Come tell me where your dowry is hid, Or I winna leave a stanin' stane in Airlie." "I winna tell ye, fause Argyle, I winna tell ye fairly, I winna tell ye where my dowry is hid, Tho' ye sudna leave a stanin' stane in Airlie." So they sought up, and they sought down, I wat they sought it sairly, And it was below the bowling green They found the dowry of Airlie. "Gin my good lord had been at hame, As he's awa' wi' Charlie, Theres durstna a Campell o' a Argyle Set a fit on the bonnie green o' Airlie." He's ta'en her by the milk-white hand, But he dina lead her fairly; He led her up to the tap o' the hill, Where she saw the burnin' o' Airlie. The smoke and the flames they rose saw hie, The walls were blackened fairly, And the Lady laid her down on the green to die, When she saw the burnin' o' Airlie. DayPoems Poem No. 2490 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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