Jenny of Aberdeen/The Bonny House of Airley
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The BONNY HOUSE of AIRLEY.
It fell on a day, and a bonny summer-day,
when the corn grew green and yellow,
That there fell out a great dispute
between Argyle and Airley.
when the corn grew green and yellow,
That there fell out a great dispute
between Argyle and Airley.
Argyle has raised a hundred men,
a hundred men and mainly;
And he's gone to the back of Dunkeld,
to plunder the bonny house of Airley.
a hundred men and mainly;
And he's gone to the back of Dunkeld,
to plunder the bonny house of Airley.
The Lady look'd over her window,
and Oh! but she look'd weary;
And she espy'd the great Argyle
coming to plunder the bonny house of Airley.
and Oh! but she look'd weary;
And she espy'd the great Argyle
coming to plunder the bonny house of Airley.
Come down, come down Madam, he says,
come down and kiss me fairly.
I will not kiss thee, great Argyle,
if ye should not leave a standing stone in Airley.
come down and kiss me fairly.
I will not kiss thee, great Argyle,
if ye should not leave a standing stone in Airley.
He has ta'en her by the middle so small,
says, Lady, where is your drury;
It is up and down the bonny burn-side,
among the plantings of Airley.
says, Lady, where is your drury;
It is up and down the bonny burn-side,
among the plantings of Airley.
They sought it up, they sought it down,
they sought it late and early,
And found it in the bonny balm-tree,
that shines on the bowling-green of Airley.
they sought it late and early,
And found it in the bonny balm-tree,
that shines on the bowling-green of Airley.
He has ta'en her by the left shoulder,
and O but she weep'd sarely,
And led her down to the green bank,
till he plunder'd the bonny house of Airley.
and O but she weep'd sarely,
And led her down to the green bank,
till he plunder'd the bonny house of Airley.
O if my good Lord was at home,
as this night he is wi' Charlie,
Great Argyle and all his men,
durst not plunder the bonny house of Airley.
as this night he is wi' Charlie,
Great Argyle and all his men,
durst not plunder the bonny house of Airley.
'Tis ten bonny sons I have born,
and th' eleventh ne'er saw his daddie;
And if I had a hundred more,
I would give them all to Charlie.
and th' eleventh ne'er saw his daddie;
And if I had a hundred more,
I would give them all to Charlie.
FINIS.
Falkirk—Printed by T. Johnston.