Ballad

Between the flows of forth and tay,
Dwelt Gordie's lassie Bonnie;
Emerald orb, flaxen locks;
Lips of scarlet honey.

Wee Gordie piped for Wallace,
against the English horde,
At Lanark town and Scone,
Arrow, spear, and sword

Young Gordie was a common-Lad,
Who had for freedom bled,
Whilst Bonnie's family, sept, and Clann,
by traitor Bruce was led.

To a cion of that quisling Bruce,
Sweet Bonnie was engaged
Leaving Gordie stand bereft, forlorn
Weeping softly on his stage.

But ere that tragedy befell,
marchied traitors and the English.
Quick-time to bonie Stirling Bridge
Where Scots their flames estingushed.

among the dead of Stirling Bridge,
Lay fiance and father,
'Tas Bonnie sall I tak'them, Thegn,'
Wee Gordie grasped a halter.

'Twas nae my spear nor guid Claymore,
wha' either did lay low,
and as thus he sore to Bonnie,
A traitor mocked his bow.

'Alway sall I luve thee,'
Gordie breathed before he died,
Her two soft arms about him,
Silent bagpipes by his side.

'O', I sall luve thee evermaire,
my sweet and sonsie
Bonnie;
Fore'er, alway, an a day,
My fair and bonie
Bonnie.'

I helped with this for novel for a friend who hopefully
will be published next year...tis not my words
but seen thru the eyes of Gordie Pierce....

THE NOBLE KNIGHTS WILL THEY BECOME ALOOF A NEW
AS THE CIRCLE COMES AROUND FROM FULKIRK....
912 AD A TIME OF HISTORY...

THIS SONG IS TO THE BLUEGRASS THEME OF BARBARA ALLEN