more often than not, is drowned by his own uproarious laughter.，
"Set fire to the house!" quo' false Gord-on, All wood wi' dule and ire: "False lady, ye sall rue this deed, As ye bren in the fire!"--
"Wae worth, wae worth ye, Jock my man, I paid ye weel your fee: Why pu' ye out the ground-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 the ground-wa' stane, To me lets in the fire?"--
"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 dee."
O then bespake her little son, Sate on the nurse's knee: Says, "Mither dear, gi'e o'er this house, For the reek it smithers me."--
"I wad gi'e a' my gowd, my child, Sae wad I a' my fee, For ane blast o' the western wind To blaw the reek frae thee."
O then bespake her dochter dear, She was baith jimp and sma', "O row me in a pair o' sheets, And tow me o'er the wa'."
They rowd her in a pair o' sheets, And towd her o'er the wa': But on the point of Gordon's spear She gat a deadly fa'.
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