Classic Poem

‘Away with you, away with you, James de Grant!
And, Douglas, ye 'll be slain;
For Baddindalloch 's at your gates,
With many brave Highland men.’

‘Baddindalloch has no feud at me,
And I have none at him;
Cast up my gates baith broad and wide,
Let Baddindalloch in.’

‘James de Grant has made a vaunt,
And leaped the castle-wa;
But, if he comes this way again,
He 'll no win sae well awa.

‘Take him, take him, brave Gordons,
O take him, fine fellows a'!
If he wins but ae mile to the Highland hills,
He 'll defy you Gordons a'.’