The book of British ballads . anklin del. G. P. Nicholls sc. Then Lady Frennet, vengefu dame, Did wander frae the ha,To the wide forests dewie gloom, Among the leaves that fa. Her page, the swiftest of her train, Had clumb a lofty tree,Whase branches to the angry blast Were soughing mournfullie. He turnd his een towards the path That near the castle lay,Where good Lord John and Eothiemay Were riding down the brae. Swift darts the eagle through the sky, When prey beneath is seen:As quickly he forgot his hold, And perchd upon the green. O hie thee, hie thee, lady gay, Frae this dark wood awa!Som
The book of British ballads . anklin del. G. P. Nicholls sc. Then Lady Frennet, vengefu dame, Did wander frae the ha,To the wide forests dewie gloom, Among the leaves that fa. Her page, the swiftest of her train, Had clumb a lofty tree,Whase branches to the angry blast Were soughing mournfullie. He turnd his een towards the path That near the castle lay,Where good Lord John and Eothiemay Were riding down the brae. Swift darts the eagle through the sky, When prey beneath is seen:As quickly he forgot his hold, And perchd upon the green. O hie thee, hie thee, lady gay, Frae this dark wood awa!Some visitors of gallant mein Are hasting to the ha. Then round she rowd her silken plaid, Her feet she did na spare,Until she left the forests skirts A long bow-shot and mair. O where, O where, my good Lord John, 0 tell me where ye ride ?Within my castle-wall this nicht 1 hope ye mean to bide. Kind nobles, will ye but alicht, In yonder bower to stay,Soft ease shall teach you to forget The hardness of the way. 372 ^rennet f^ Forbear entreaty, gentle dame, How can we here remain ?Full well you know your husband deir Was by our father slain: The thoughts of which, with fell revenge, Within your bosom swell:Enraged youve sworn that blood for blood Should this black passion quell. 1 O fear not, fear not, good Lord John, That I will you betray,Or sue requital for a debt Which nature cannot pay.* * The following are the stanzas referred to in the intro-ductory remarks: — The reek it rose and the flame it flew,And, oh ! the fire augmented high,Until it came to Lord Johns chamber window,And to the bed where Lord John lay. 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. 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. Loup down, loup down, my master dear, What though the windows dreigh and hie,Ill catch you in my arms twa,And never a
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