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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.

Ballads: Airly

The Bonnie House o’ Airly

By Anonymous

IT fell on a day, and a bonnie summer day,

When the corn grew green and yellow,

That there fell out a great dispute

Between Argyle and Airly.

The Duke o’ Montrose has written to Argyle

To come in the morning early,

An’ lead in his men, by the back o’ Dunkeld,

To plunder the bonnie house o’ Airly.

The lady looked o’er her window sae hie,

And O, but she looked weary!

And there she espied the great Argyle

Come to plunder the bonnie house o’ Airly.

“Come down, come down, Lady Margaret,” he says,

“Come down and kiss me fairly,

Or before the morning clear daylight,

I ’ll no leave a standing stane in Airly.”

“I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle,

I wadna kiss thee fairly,

I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle,

Gin you shoudna leave a standing stane in Airly.”

He has ta’en her by the middle sae sma’,

Says, “Lady, where is your drury?”

“It ’s up and down by the bonnie burn side,

Amang the planting o’ Airly.”

They sought it up, they sought it down,

They sought it late and early,

And found it in the bonnie balm-tree,

That shines on the bowling-green o’ Airly.

He has ta’en her by the left shoulder,

And O, but she grat sairly,

And led her down to yon green bank,

Till he plundered the bonnie house o’ Airly.

“O, it ’s I hae seven braw sons,” she says,

“And the youngest ne’er saw his daddie,

And altho’ I had as mony mae,

I wad gie them a’ to Charlie.

“But gin my good lord had been at hame,

As this night he is wi’ Charlie,

There durst na a Campbell in a’ the west

Hae plundered the bonnie house o’ Airly.”