The English and Scottish popular ballads, volume 4 (of 5)
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The English and Scottish popular ballads, volume 4 (of 5)
Ballads, English -- England -- Texts; Ballads, Scots -- Scotland -- Texts
17
‘Bid her make her bed well to the length,
But no more to the breadth,
For the day will never dawn
That I’ll sleep by her side.’
18
Ladie Rothiemay came on the morn,
She kneeled it roun and roun:
‘Restore your lodgers, fause Frendraught,
That ye burnd here the streen.
19
‘O were I like yon turtle-dove,
Had I wings for to flie,
I’d fly about fause Frendraught
Crying vengeance till I die.
20
‘Frendraught fause, all thro the ha’s,
Both back and every side;
For ye’ve betrayd the gay Gordons,
And lands wherein they ride.
21
‘Frendraught fause, all thro the ha’s;
I wish you’d sink for sin;
For first you killd my own good lord,
And now you’ve burnd my son.
22
‘I caredna sae muckle for my good lord
I saw him in battle slain,
But a’ is for my own son dear,
The heir o a’ my lan.
23
‘I caredna sae muckle for my good lord
I saw him laid in clay,
But a’ is for my own son dear,
The heir o Rothiemay.’
* * * * *
D
Ritson’s Scotish Songs, 1794, II, 35; remembered by the Rev. Mr
Boyd, translator of Dante, and communicated to the editor by J. C.
Walker.
1
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.
2
‘O help me, help me, Lady Frennet!
I never ettled harm to thee;
And if my father slew thy lord,
Forget the deed and rescue me.’
3
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:
4
‘Loup doun, loup doun, my master dear!
What though the window’s dreigh and his?
I’ll catch you in my arms twa,
And never a foot from you I’ll flee.’
5
‘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?’
* * * * *
E
Kinloch MSS, VI, 27, in the handwriting of Joseph Robertson when a
youth.
Now wake, now wake you, Rothiemay!
I dread you sleep oer soun;
The bed is burnin us about
And the curtain’s faain down.
* * * * *
#A. a.#
23, 24. _The_ &c. _at the end denote that the servant repeated the
substance of 15–18 and of 20, which, however, was not written
out._
#b.#
1^1. day of.
1^4. Were. 2^1, 5^1, 5^4, 8^3. were.
2^3. out there came the.
6^2. but new.
6^3. the _wanting_.
7^3. to your.
8^1. dressed wi.
9^1. did flee to.
10^1. While he.
10^3, 12^1. the _for_ her.
11^1. Cried _wanting_.
12^5. The keys were casten.
12^6. win away.
13^3. Then called.
15^4. may lay.
17^1. But _wanting_.
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