Francis James Child

“ And there's fause treason tee.
'O mercy, mercy, Lady Frendraught!
As ye walk on the green:'
'The keys are in the deep draw-well,
The doors were lockt the streen.'
'O woe be to you, Lady Frendraught!
And ill death may you die! ”

“ The burning o the bonny house o fause Frendraught,
Lord John and Rothiemay.
When they were in their saddles set,
And ready to ride away,
The lady sat down on her bare knees,
Beseeching them to stay.
'Ye's hae a firlot o the gude red gowd,
Well straiket wi a wan;
And if that winna please you well,
I'll heap it wi my han.'
Then out it spake the gude Lord John,
And said to Rothiemay,
'It is a waman that we're come o,
And a woman we'll obey.'
When a' man was well drunken,
And a' man bound for bed,
The doors were lockd, the windows shut,
And the keys were casten by. ”

“ My spirit but speaks to thee.'
Wringing her hands, tearing her hair,
His lady she was seen,
And thus addressed his servant Gordon,
Where he stood on the green.
'O wae be to you, George Gordon!
An ill death may you die! ”