Ancient Scottish ballads, recovered from tradition, and never before ...

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He has thrown her out oure her am castle wa',
And she never saw the plundering o' Airly.
Now gley'd Argyll he has gane hame,
Awa frae the plundering o' Airly,
And there he has met wi' Captain Ogilvie,
Coming over the mountains sae rarely.
" O wae be to ye, gley'd Argyll,
And are ye there sae rarely,
Ye micht hae kept your men at hame,
And na gane to plunder honnie Airly."
"O wae be to ye, Captain Ogilvie,
And are ye there sae rarely?
Gin ye had bow'd whan first I bade,
I never wad hae plunder'd bonnie Airly."
"But gin I had my lady gay,
Bot and my sister Mary,
Ae fig I wadna gie for ye a',
Nor yet for the plundering o' Airly."