From Dee side came Inverey, a-whistling and playing
And he was at Brackley's gates as the day was dawning
Crying, "Baron o' Brackley, and are ye within?
There are sharp swords at your gates will gar your bluid spin."
"Oh rise up, my baron, and turn back your kye
For the lads frae Dunmurray are driving them by!"
"Oh, how can I rise up and turn them again?
For where I hae a man, I'm sure they hae ten."
"If I had a husband as I, what hae nane
He wouldna lie in his bed and watch his kye ta'en."
Then up spake the baron, crying "Give me my gun,"
Saying, "I well may gang oot, love, but I'll never win home."
There were wi' bold Inverey thirty and three
There was nane wi' bonny Brackley but his brother and he
Twa gallanter Gordons did never sword draw
But against three and thirty, wae is me, what is twa?
With swords and with pistols they did him surround
And they've pierced bonny Brackley wi' mony's the wound
Frae the head o' the Dee, tae the banks of the Spey,
The Gordons will mourn him and ban Inverey
"Oh, came ye by Brackley's, and was you in there?
And saw ye his Peggy a-braidin' her hair?"
"Yes, I came by Brackley's, and I was in there
And I saw his Peggy; she was makin' good cheer.
"She was rantin' and dancin' and singin' for joy
And swore that same evening she would feast Inverey.
She laughed with him, danced with him, welcomed him in
And she kept him while morning, who'd slain her good man."
Now there's grief in the kitchen, but there's mirth in the hall
For the Baron o' Brackley is dead and awa'
Then up spake his son, from his old nurse's knee
"If I live to be a man, it's avenged I'll be."