"O loup, O loup, my dear master, 55 O loup and come to me! I'll catch you in my arms two; One foot I will not flee. "O loup, O loup, my dear master, O loup and come away! 60 I'll catch you in my arms two, But Rothiemay may lie." "The fish shall never swim in the flood, Nor corn grow through the clay, Nor the fiercest fire that ever was kindled 65 Twin me and Rothiemay. "But I cannot loup, I cannot come, I cannot win to thee; My head's fast in the wire-window, My feet burning from me. 70 "My eyes are seething in my head, My flesh roasting also, My bowels are boiling with my blood; Is not that a woeful woe? "Take here the rings from my white fingers 75 That are so long and small, And give them to my lady fair, Where she sits in her hall. "So I cannot loup, I cannot come, I cannot loup to thee; 80 My earthly part is all consumed, My spirit but speaks to thee." Wringing her hands, tearing her hair, His lady she was seen, And thus addressed his servant Gordon, 85 Where he stood on the green. "O wae be to you, George Gordon, An ill death may you die! So safe and sound as you stand there, And my lord bereaved from me." 90 "I bad him loup, I bad him come, I bad him loup to me; I'd catch him in my arms two, A foot I should not flee. &c. "He threw me the rings from his white fingers, 95 Which were so long and small, To give to you, his lady fair, Where you sat in your hall." &c. Sophia Hay, Sophia Hay, O bonny Sophia was her name,-- 100 Her waiting maid put on her cloaths, But I wot she tore them off again. And aft she cried, "Ohon! alas, alas! A sair heart's ill to win; I wan a sair heart when I married him, 105 And the day it's well return'd again." THE BONNIE HOUSE O' AIRLY. Finlay's _Scottish Ballads_, ii. 31.