'And yonder stands my brother Hugh,
And by him my William, sweet and true.'
But the last tune that the harp play'd then—
Binnorie, O Binnorie! Was, 'Woe to my sister, false Helèn!' By the bonnie milldams o' Binnorie.
377. The Bonnie House o' Airlie
It fell on a day, and a bonnie simmer day,
When green grew aits and barley,
That there fell out a great dispute
Between Argyll and Airlie.
Argyll has raised an hunder men,
An hunder harness'd rarely,
And he's awa' by the back of Dunkell,
To plunder the castle of Airlie.
Lady Ogilvie looks o'er her bower-window,
And O but she looks warely!
And there she spied the great Argyll,
Come to plunder the bonnie house of Airlie.
'Come down, come down, my Lady Ogilvie,
Come down and kiss me fairly:'
'O I winna kiss the fause Argyll,
If he shouldna leave a standing stane in Airlie.'
He hath taken her by the left shoulder,
Says, 'Dame, where lies thy dowry?'
'O it's east and west yon wan water side,
And it's down by the banks of the Airlie.'
