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180 THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT. |
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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." se
"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."
0 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,
Te cannot get away." so
While he stood in this dreadful plight,
Most piteous to be seen, There called out his servant Gordon,
As he had frantic been.
" 0 loup, O loup, my dear master, £5
0 loup and come to me! I'll catch you in my arms two;
One foot I will not flee. |
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