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The Burning of Frendraught
THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT—B
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‘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,
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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.
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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The doors were shut, the keys were thrownInto a vault of stone,
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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?
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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,
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14
‘Now there's the rings frae my fingers,And the broach frae my breast-bone;
Ye'll gae that to my gude ladye
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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?’
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.’
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