The Fire of Frendruahgt
No: 196; variant: 196B
- '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.'
- '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?'
- '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.
- 'I'll gie you a Strathboggie lands,
And the laigh lands o Strathray,
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- 'Ye'll saty 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.'
- When mass was sung, and bells were rung,
And a' men bun to bed,
Gude Lord John and Rothiemay
In one chamber were laid.
- Out hes he taen his little psalm-buik,
And verses sang he three,
And aye at every verse's end,
'God end our misery!'
- The doors were shut, the keys were thrown
Into a vault of stone,
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- 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.
- 'What news, what news now, George Gordon?
Whats news hae you to me?
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- 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.
- '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.
- 'I'll gie you a' Straboggie lands,
And the laigh lands o Strathbrae,
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- '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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- '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?'
- '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.'