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THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT |
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Sophia Hay, Sophia Hay,
O bonny Sophia was her name, Her waiting maid put on her cloaths,
But I wot she tore them off again !
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And aft she cried, ' Ohon ! alas !
A sair heart's ill to win ; I wan a sair heart when I married him,
And to-day it's return'd again.'
146. The Death of Parcy Reed
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OD send the land deliverance Frae every reaving, riding Scot; We'll sune hae neither cow nor ewe, We'll sune hae neither staig nor stot.
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The outlaws come frae Liddesdale, They herry Redesdale far and near;
The rich man's gelding it maun gang, They canna pass the puir man's mare.
in Sure it were weel, had ilka thief
Around his neck a halter Strang ; And curses heavy may they light
On traitors vile oursels amang !
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Sophia Hay] wife of Lord John [Gordon], burned in this fire. She had jilted the young lord of Tolquhon to marry him, which explains the allusion in the last stanza. stot] steer.
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