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The Baron of Brackley

[ Roud 4017 ; Child 203 ; G/D 2:234 ; Ballad Index C203 ; trad.]

Robin Hall sang Inverey in 1960 on his Collector album of ballads from the Gavin Greig Collection, Last Leaves of Traditional Ballads and in 1962 on his and Jimmie MacGregor' album Two Heids Are Better Than Yin!.

Nigel Denver sang Baron o' Brackley at a midnight folk concert recorded in London in May 1963, which was published a year later on the Decca album Hootenanny in London, and on the 1965 anthology album of the monthly folk music magazine, Folk Scene.

Owen Hand sang Inverey (The Baron of Brackley) in 1964 on the Decca album Edinburgh Folk Festival Vol. 2 and in 1966 on his Transatlantic album I Loved a Lass.

Ewan MacColl sang the Scottish ballad The Baron of Brackley unaccompanied in 1964 on his and A.L. Lloyd's Topic album English and Scottish Folk Ballads (reissued on CD in 1996). This track was also included on his 2003 compilation The Definitive Collection. A.L. Lloyd commented in the original album's liner notes:

The soil of the Scottish mountainsides was thin and stony, denuded by torrents. Until the middle of the eighteenth century there was poverty and savagery in the glens. Men led fierce hard lives, bound together in clans, often far away from effective authority, forming themselves into bands that sometimes grew to the proportions of a private army, raiding and plundering their neighbours with a ferocity far exceeding the worst excesses of the American Wild West. Bravery and cruelty, loyalty and treachery abounded in their extremest degree among such societies, as the ballad shows. The Baron of Brackley presents a pitiless picture of a way of life still persisting in the Scottish north-east (the ballad's location is near Aberdeen) in the 1660's, when the Gordons of Brackley were engaged in bitter feuds with the Farquharsons of Inverey raiding each other's farms, massacring the men and driving off the cattle. Whether the treacherous wife, who exploits her husband's sense of honour and pride to send him to certain death outside the walls of his beleaguered castle [It is worth noting that as often as not the ‘castle’ of the petty Highland aristocrat was no more than a fortified farmhouse], is based on a real-life character, we do not know. The ballads may accurately reflect the mood of an age and the spirit of society, but they are rarely reliable in historical detail.

The tune is hexatonic minor (with no 6th).

Alex Campbell sang Baron of Brackley in 1965 on his eponymous Transatlantic album Alex Campbell.

The Ian Campbell Folk Group sang Baron o' Brackley in 1976 on their Transatlantic album New Impressions.

Marie Little sang The Baron o' Brackley in 1971 on her Argo album Factory Girl.

Swan Arcade sang Baron of Brackley in 1976 on their LP Matchless.

Cilla Fisher sang Baron o' Brackley in 1976 on her and Artie Trezise's Autogram album Cilla Fisher and Artie Trezise.

Danny Spooner sang The Baron of Brackley on his 1978 album Danny Spooner and Friends. He noted:

This ballad appears in the Child collection as No. 203, and like most other traditional ballads, it has a couple of important characteristics. Firstly the action is all important; there is no preamble to the tale. Secondly it assumes that the hearer knows the background of the story, and therefore needs no descriptive lead-up. It is believed that the incident occurred in September 1666, but what we don't find out in the ballad is that it is a reprisal raid by John Farquharson of Inverey on John Gordon of Brackley for a cattle raid. The final verse tells us that the feud will be continued by Brackley's son.

Ray Fisher sang Baron o' Brackley in 1991 on her Saydisc CD Traditional Songs of Scotland. She commented in her liner notes:

This popular ballad has all the necessary ingredients for a gripping story line. Two feuding neighbours, the Baron o' Brackley and ‘false Inverey’ have a confrontation. Inverey's men greatly outnumber those of Brackley, a member of the Gordon clan who is killed in mid-ballad. The story does not end there but goes on to reveal vile intrigue and vengeance.

Isla St Clair sang The Baron of Brackley in 2000 on her CD Murder & Mayhem.

Jim Reid sang Baron o Brackley in 2005 on his Greentrax album Yont the Tay. He commented in his liner notes:

Brackley's son (all of about age two—“on the nurse's knee”) must have been a pretty prodigious bairn to defend Brackley's honour at the end of the ballad.

Lyrics

Ewan MacColl sings The Baron of Brackley Ray Fisher sings The Baron of Brackley

Doon Deeside came Inverey, whistlin'and playin',
He's lichted at Brackley's yett at the day daw'in';
Says: “Baron o' Brackley, it's are ye within?
There's sharp swords at your yett will gar your blood spin.”

Doon Deeside came Inverey, whistlin'and playin',
And he was at Brackley's yetts ere the day was daw'in';
“O are ye there, Brackley, and are ye within?
For oor sherp swords are at yer yetts, we maun gar yer blood spin.”

Up spake the brave baron o'er the castle wa,
“Are ye come to spoil or plunder my ha?
Or gin ye be a gentleman, licht and come in;
Gin ye drink o' my wine ye'll no' gar my blood spin.”

His lady rose up, to the window she went,
She heard her kye lowin' o'er hill and o'er fen;
“O rise up, bold Brackley, and turn back your kye,
The lads o' Drumwharron are drivin' them by!”

“O rise up, my baron, and turn back yer kye,
For the lads frae Drumwharron they are drivin' them by!”
“Oh, how can I rise up and turn them again?
For whaur I hae ae man, I am sure they have ten.”

“How can I rise, lady, and turn them again?
For where I hae ae man I'd lief to hae ten.”
She called on her Marys to come to her hand,
Says: “Bring your rocks, lasses, we will them command.

“Gin I had a husband as I wot I hae nane,
He'd no' lie in his bed and see his kye ta'en”.
“Now haud your tongue, Peggy, and gie me my gun,
Ye'll see me gang oot, but I'll never come in.

“Arise, Betsy Gordon, and gie me my gun,
I will gang oot though I never come in.
Then kiss me, my Peggy, I'll nae langer stay,
For I will gang oot and I'll meet Inverey.”

“O rise up, Betsy Gordon, and gie me my gun,
And tho' I gang oot, love, sure I'll never win hame.
O kiss me, my Betsy, don't think I'm tae blame,
For aginst three and thirty, wha's me, what is ane?”

When Brackley was ready and stood in the close,
A bonnier callant ne'er mounted a horse.
“What'll come o' your lady and bonny young son?
O what'll come o' them when Brackley is gone.”

“Strike, dogs!” cries Inverey, “fecht till you're slain,
For we are four hundred and ye are four men!
Strike, strike, you proud boaster, your honour is gone,
Your lands we will plunder, your castle we'll burn!”

At the head o' the Etnach the battle began,
At little Auchoilzie they killed the first man.
First they killed ae man and syne they killed twa,
And they killed gallant 'Brackley, the flooer o' them a'.

Wi' their dirks and their braidswords they did him surroond,
And they've slain bonnie Brackley wi' monie's the wound.
Frae the heid o' the Dee tae the banks o' the Spey
The Gordons shall mourn him and will ban Inverey.

“Cam' ye by Brackley's yetts, cam' ye by there?
And saw ye his Peggy a-tearin' her hair?“
“Oh, it's I came by Brackley's yetts, I cam' by there
And I saw Peggy Gordon a-braidin' her hair.

Cam ye by Brackley's yetts or cam ye by here?
And saw ye his lady a-rivin' her hair?“
“O I cam by Brackley's yetts and I cam by there
And I saw his guid lady, she was makin' guid cheer.

“She was rantin' and dancing and singin' for joy,
She swore that ere nicht she would feast Inverey;
She ate wi' him, drank wi' him, welcomed him in,
Was kind to the man that had slain her baron.

“She was rantin' and dancin', aye singin' for joy,
And vowin' that very nicht she wad feast Inverey;
O she lauch'd wi' him, danced wi' him, welcomed him ben,
Aye, she kept him till mornin', wha had slain her good man.”

“Oh, fie on ye, lady, why did ye dae sae?
Ye opened the yetts tae the fause Inverey.
There's dule in the kitchen, there's mirth in the ha
For the Baron o' Brackley is deid and awa.”

Now there's grief in the kitchen, but there's mirth in the ha',
For the bonniest Gordon wha's deid and awa'.
Then up and spak the bairn on the nourice's knee,
“It's afore I'm a man, avenged I'll be!”