George Gordon, Lord Byron (A Ballad)

George Gordon, Lord Byron Born hauf a Scot bit bred a hale ane George Gordon Byron wis a bard His mither, Catherine Gordon lued Mad Jack, an tuik his deein hard Heiress o Gight, a wealthy quine She wad Mad Jack, a noble rake His ‘Gowden Dallie', her he wood An merriet fur her siller's sake Noo Catherine cam o noble bluid King James the first, in family tree Bit fin the couple cam tae Gight The Herons frae their reests did flee Noo fin the heronry should teem An auncient legend telt it true The launs o Gight wid lairdless be Her siller like the herons, flew Mad Jack hid gambled aa awa He fled, an sune their bairn wis born In Lunnon, syne tae Aiberdeen Catherine cam dowie an forelorn Young Byron gaed tae Grammar Schule Thonner, wi scarlet fever smittit Untae the Nor East Heilans gaed There mony's the local fowk misfittit They caad the laddie wild an roch He bedd there atBallaterach, A fairm-hoose on the banks oDee, An grew tae lue each Ben an loch He caad the English landscape tame Tae ane fa'd luiked on Lochnagar An lued the fairmer's dother there Young Mary wis the bard's hairt-star Aged ten, he gained Newstead estate His gammie fit meant nocht, fin rich He schuled wi Mr Glennie syne An Aiberdonian, in Dulwich Syne aff tae Harrow, like a shelt Unbrukken, there tae takk the curb Led a rebellion gainst the Heid An efter, Cambridge, drinkin club He wad Miss Milbanke, a mistak An shocked her genteel weys o beddin Some said that wi Augusta Leigh His sister, he used weys forbidden Bit tae the Dee an tae the Don An tae Balgownie Brig's blaik waa His bairnhood feelins, tender thochts Aften in quaet times did faa He jyned the Greeks agin the Turks. An in the marshes catched a fever An deed a hero ower there In Athens, he'll be famed foriver Close tae the mids o Athens, Greece, A statue shaws Greece croon the bard An tae this day bairns takk his name Hett bluided cheil fa lived life hard