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It fell on a day, a bonnie bonnie day,
When the corn grew green and yellow,
That there fell out a great dispute,
Between Argyle and Airlie.
The lady was looking oncer the castle wall,
And oh but she looks weary,
And there she spies the great Argyle,
Come to plunder the bonnie house of Airlie.
Come down the stairs, lady, he said,
Come down and kiss me fairly,
I'll not come down, nor kiss you she said,
Though you wont leave a standing stone at Airlie.
He's taken her by her left shoulder
And oh, but she looks weary,
He led her up to the top of town,
Made er watch the plundering of Airlie.
Fire on fire of many men all,
And see that you fire clearly,
I vow and I swear by this broad sword I wear,
I won't leave a standing stone at Airlie.
If the great Sir John had been at home,
As he is this night wi' Prince Charlie,
Neither Argyle nor any scottish lord,
Dare have plundered the bonnie house of Airlie.
Seven seven sons I've born unto him,
And the either ne'er saw his daddy,
If I were to bear a hundred more,
They'd all draw sword for Prince Charlie.
Oh if I were to bear a hundred more,
They'd all draw sword for Prince Charlie.
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