Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 6 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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The reek it rose, and the flame it flew, And oh the fire augmented high,
Until it came to Lord John's chamber-window, And to the bed where Lord John lay.
" 0 help me, help me, Lady Frennet!
I never ettled harm to thee; And if my father slew my lord,
Forget the deed and rescue me."
He looked east, he looked west,
To see if any help was nigh; At length his little page he saw,
Who to his lord aloud did cry.
" Loup douh, loup doun, my master dear!
What though the window's dreigh and hie? I'll catch you in my arms twa,
And never a foot from you I'll flee."
" How can I loup, you little page, How can I leave this window hie ?
Do you not see the blazing low, And my twa legs burnt to my knee ? "
The eighteenth of October,
A dismal tale to hear, How good Lord John and Eothiemay
Was both burnt in the fire.
When steeds was saddled and well bridled,
And ready for to ride, Then out it came her, false Frendraught,
Inviting them to bide.