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THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT
While he stood in this dreadful plight,
Most piteous to be seen, There called out his servant Gordon,
As he had frantic been :
xrv ' O loup, O loup, my dear master!
O loup and come to me! I'll catch you in my arms twa,
One foot I will not flee.
' O loup, O loup, my dear master I
O loup and come away! I'll catch you in my arms twa,
But Rothiemay may lie.'—
' The fish shall never swim in the flood, Nor corn grow through the clay,
Nor the fiercest fire that ever was kindled Twin me and Rothiemay.
' But I cannot loup, I cannot come,
I cannot win to thee ;
My head 's fast in the wire-window, My feet burning from me.
' My eyes are seething in my head,
My flesh roasting also, My bowels are boiling with my blood; Is not that a woeful woe ?