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THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT
' O waken, waken, Rothiemay !
O waken, brother dear ! And turn you to our Saviour;
There is strong treason here.'
When they were dressed in their cloaths,
And ready for to boun, The doors and windows was all secur'd,
The roof-tree burning down.
He did him to the wire-window,
As fast as he could gang ; Says, Wae to the hands put in the stancheons!
For out we'll never win.
When he stood at the wire-window,
Most doleful to be seen, He did espy her Lady Frendraught,
Who stood upon the green.
Cried, ' Mercy, mercy, Lady Frendraught!
Will ye not sink with sin ? For first your husband killed my father,
And now you burn his son.'
xu O then out spoke her Lady Frendraught,
And loudly did she cry; 'It were great pity for good Lord John,
But none for Rothiemay; But the keys are casten in the deep draw-well,
Ye cannot get away.'
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