ill them defy.

16.
'Cum forth then, mi maidens, and show them some play;
We'll ficht them, and shortly the cowards will fly.

17.
'Gin I had a husband, whereas I hae nane,
He woud nae ly i' his bed and see his ky taen.

18.
'Ther's four-and-twenty milk-whit calves, twal o' them ky,
In the woods o' Glentanner, it's ther thei a' ly.

19.
'Ther's goat i' the Etnach, and sheep o' the brae,
An a' will be plunder'd by young Inverey.'

20.
'Now haud your tongue, Peggy, and gie me a gun,
Ye'll see me gae furth, but I'll never cum in.

21.
'Call mi brother William, mi unkl also,
Mi cousin James Gordon; we'll mount and we'll go.'

22.
When Braikley was ready and stood i' the closs,
He was the bravest baronne that e'er mounted horse.

23.
Whan all wer assembled o' the castell green,
No man like brave Braikley was ther to be seen.

24.
... ... ...
'Turn bak, brother William, ye are a bridegroom;

25.
'Wi' bonnie Jean Gordon, the maid o' the mill;
O' sichin' and sobbin' she'll soon get her fill.'

26.
'I'm no coward, brother, 'tis ken'd I'm a man;
I'll ficht i' your quarral as lang's I can stand.

27.
'I'll ficht, my dear brother, wi' heart and gudewill,
And so will young Harry that lives at the mill.

28.
'But turn, mi dear brother, and nae langer stay:
What'll cum o' your ladie, gin Braikley thei slay?

29.
'What'll cum o' your ladie and bonnie young son?
O what'll cum o' them when Braikley is gone?'

30.
'I never will turn: do you think I will fly?
But here I will ficht, and here I will die.'

31.
'Strik, dogs,' crys Inverey, 'and ficht till ye're slayn,
For we are four hundred, ye are but four men.

32.
'Strik, strik, ye proud boaster, your honour is gone,
Your lands we will plunder, your castell we'll burn.'

33.
At the head o' the Etnach the battel began,
At Little Auchoilzie thei kill'd the first man.

34.
First thei kill'd ane, and soon they kill'd twa,
Thei kill'd gallant Braikley, the flour o' them a'.

35.
Thei kill'd William Gordon, and James o' the Knox,
And brave Alexander, the flour o' Glenmuick.

36.
What sichin' and moaning was heard i' the glen,
For the Baronne o' Braikley, who basely was slayn!

37.
'Cam ye bi the castell, and was ye in there?
Saw ye pretty Peggy tearing her hair?'

38.
'Yes, I cam by Braikley, and I gae