Her page, the swiftest of her train, Whose branches to the angry blast, * He turn'd his e'en towards the path, Where good Lord John, and Rothemay, Swift darts the eagle from the sky, As quickly he forgot his hold, "O hie thee, hie thee, lady gay, Then round she row'd her silken plaid, Until she left the forest skirts, * Soughing, making a long deep sound. "O where, O where, my good Lord John, "O tell me where you ride; "Within my castle wall this night "I hope you mean to bide. "Kind nobles, will ye but alight, "Forbear entreaty, gentle dame; "How can we here remain ? "Full well you ken your husband dear "Was by our father slain. "The thoughts of which, with fell revenge, "Your angry bosom swell; "Enrag'd, you've sworn that blood for blood "Should this black passion quell." "O fear not, fear not, good Lord John, "That I will you betray, "Or sue requital for a debt, "Which nature cannot pay. "Bear witness, a' ye powers on high, "Ye lights, that 'gin to shine, "This night shall prove the sacred cord, "That knits your faith and mine." The lady slee, with honeyed words, NOTE ON FRENNET HA'. "The present ballad appears to have been suggested by one composed at the time; a few stanzas of which are fortunately remembered by the reverend MR BOYD, translator of Dante, and were obligingly communicated to the editor by his very ingenious and valuable friend, J. C. WALKER, Esq." The reek it rose, and the flame it flew, Until it came to Lord John's chamber window, "O help me, help me, Lady Frennet, "And if my father slew thy lord, He looked east, he looked west, To see if any help was nigh; At length his little page Who to his lord aloud did cry, “Loup down, loup down, my master dear; "And never a foot from you I'll flee.” "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?" "There are some intermediate particulars (Mr BOYD says) respecting the lady's lodging her victims in a turret, or flanker, which did not communicate with the castle. This (adds he) I only have from tradition, as I never heard any other stanzas besides the foregoing." RITSON. * Dreigh, far from the ground, hazardous. Low, flame. |