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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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The Burning of Frendraught

THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT—B

[_]

Kinloch MSS, V, 399, in the handwriting of John Hill Burton.

[OMITTED]

1

Ye'll stay this night wi me, Lord John,
Ye'll stay this night wi me,
For there is appearence of good greement
Betwixt Frendraught and thee.’

2

‘How can I bide, or how shall I bide,
Or how can I bide wi thee,
Sin my lady is in the lands of Air,
And I long till I her see?’

3

‘Oh stay this night wi me, Lord John,
Oh stay this night wi me,
And bonny ['s] be the morning-gift
That I will to you gie.

4

‘I'll gie you a Strathboggie lands,
And the laigh lands o Strathray,
[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]

5

‘Ye'll stay this night wi me, Lord John,
Ye'll stay this night wi me,
And I'll lay you in a bed of down,
And Rothiemay you wi.’

6

When mass was sung, and bells were rung,
And a' men bun to bed,
Gude Lord John and Rothiemay
In one chamber were laid.
[OMITTED]

7

Out hes he taen his little psalm-buik,
And verses sang he three,
And aye at every verse's end,
‘God end our misery!’

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8

The doors were shut, the keys were thrown
Into a vault of stone,
[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]

9

He is dune him to the weir-window,
The stauncheons were oer strong;
There he saw him Lord George Gordon
Come haisling to the town.

10

‘What news, what news now, George Gordon?
Whats news hae you to me?
[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]

11

He's dune him to the weir-window,
The stauncheons were oer strang;
And there he saw the Lady Frendraught,
Was walking on the green.

12

‘Open yer doors now, Lady Frendraught,
Ye'll open yer doors to me;
And bonny's be the mornin-gift
That I shall to you gie.

13

‘I'll gie you a' Straboggie lands,
And the laigh lands o Strathbrae,
[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]

14

‘Now there's the rings frae my fingers,
And the broach frae my breast-bone;
Ye'll gae that to my gude ladye
[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]

15

‘How can I loup, or how shall I loup?
How can I loup to thee?
When the blood is boiling in my body,
And my feet burnin frae me?’
[OMITTED]

16

‘If I was swift as any swallow,
And then had wings to fly,
I could fly on to fause Frendraught
And cry vengeance till I die.’