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145 The Fire of Frendraught
T HE eighteenth of October, A dismal tale to hear How good Lord John and Rothiemay Was both burnt in the fire.
II When steeds was saddled and well bridled,
And ready for to ride, Then out it came her false Frendraught,
Inviting them to bide.
in Said, ' Stay this night untill we sup,
The morn untill we dine ; 'Twill be a token of good greement
'Twixt your good lord and mine.'
' We'll turn again,' said good Lord John;
' But no,' said Rothiemay, ' My steed 's trapan'd, my bridle's broken,
I fear the day I'm fey.' v When mass was sung, and bells was rung,
And all men bound for bed, Then good Lord John and Rothiemay
In one chamber was laid.
They had not long cast off their cloaths,
And were but now asleep, When the weary smoke began to rise,
Likewise the scorching heat.
trapan'd] tampered with. fey] doomed, having my fate