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Correct The Baron Of Brackley Lyrics
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Connie Dover
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Correct The Baron Of Brackley
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Down Deeside rode Inverey a-whistlin' and playin' He alit at brave Brackley's gates ere it was dawn Cries Baron of Brackley it's are you within There are sharp swords at your gates would make your Blood spin Up spoke the proud Baron from the castle wall Have you come Inverey for to plunder my hall Or if ye be gentlemen alight and come in If you drink of my wine you'll no make my blood spin Up spake his lady at his back where she lay She heard the the cows lowing o'er hill and o'er brae Oh rise up oh Brackley and turn back your kye The lads of Drumwarren are driving them by How can I rise up and go out again For if I have one man he surely has ten Rise up oh Brackley and be not afraid They're but hired young brigands with belted up plaids She called on her ladies to come to her hand Saying bring your rocks, lassies, we will them command If I had a husband as what I hae nane He'd no lie in his bed and see his kye ta'en Arise Peggy Gordon and bring me my gun Oh I will go out but I'll never come in Then kiss me my Peggy I'll no longer stay Oh I will go out and meet young Inverey When Brackley was ready and stood in the close A bonnier gallant ne'er mounted a horse What'll come of your lady and your bonny young son What'll come of them all when Brackley is gone? Strike dogs, cries Inverey, and fight till you're slain For we are four-hundred, ye are but four men Strike you proud boaster, your honor is gone Your lands we will plunder, your castle we'll burn I'll stand here, cries Brackley, do you think I would Fly But here I will fight and here I will die First they killed ane and then they killed twa And then they killed Brackley, the flower of them all. Came ye by the castle and was ye in there Saw ye Peggy Gordon a-tearing her hair As I came by Brackley, as I came by there I saw pretty Peggy a-braiding her hair She was ranting and dancing and singing for joy She swore that ere night she would feast Inverey She ate with drank with him, welcomed him in Was kind to the man that had slain her Baron Oh fie on ye lady why did ye deceive Ye opened the gates to the false Inverey There's grief in the kitchen, there's mirth in the hall For the Baron of Brackley is dead and awa'
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