The Baron Of Brackley – Back Of The Moon – letras

Doon Deeside cam Inveray a-whistlin’ an’ playin’An’ he cam by Brackley’s yetts ere the day was dawin' »Oh are ye there, Brackley, and are ye within?Oor shairp swords are at yer yetts, an’ we’ll gaur your bluid spin » »Rise up, Betsy Gordon, an’ gie me my gunFor though I gang oot, love, sure I’ll never come inCome kiss me, my Betsy, nor think I’m tae blameFor though I hae ae man, I’m sure they hae ten »When Brackley was mounted and rade on his horseA bonnier baron ne’er rade o’er a courseTwa gallanter Gordons did never swords drawBut against three and thirty, fa’s me, whit is twa?Wi’ their dirks and their broadswords, they did him surroun’And they killed bonny Brackley wi’ mony’s a woun’Frae the heid o’ the Dee tae the banks o’ the SpeyThe Gordons shall mourn him and ban InverayOh cam ye by Brackley’s yetts, an’ cam ye by here?An’ saw ye his lady a-rivin’ her hair?Oh an’ I cam by Brackley’s yetts an’ I cam by hereAn’ I saw his fair lady, she wis makin’ guid cheerShe was rantin’ an’ dancin’ an’ singin’ wi’ joyAn’ vowin’ that verra nicht she would feast InverayWell, she’s laughed wi’ him, danced wi’ him, welcomed him inShe was kind tae the murderer wha had slayed her guid manThrough hedges an’ ditches ye canna be sureBut through the woods at Glentor ye can slip in an hourAn’ it’s up spak the babe sittin’ on his mither’s kneeSayin’, « Afore I’m a man, it’s avenged I’ll be »