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" O wae be to you, George Gordon I
An ill death may you die I
Sae safe and sound as ye stand there,
And my lord bereaved from me !"
" I bade him loup, I bade him come,
I bade him loup to me ;
I'd catch him in my armis two,
A foot I should not flee.
He threw me the rings from his white fingers,
Which were so long and small,
To give to you his lady fail*,
Where you sat in your hall."
Sophia Hay, Sophia Hay,
O bonnie Sophia was her name ;
Her waiting maid put on her clothes ;
But I wat she tore them off again.
And aft she cried, " Alas ! alas I
A sair heart's ill to win ;
I wan a sair heart when I married him ;
And this day its weel return'd again I"*
FRENNET HALL.
When Frennet Castle's ivied walls
Through yellow leaves were seen ;
* This ballad was first published in an entire shape, i» a little volume,
printed at Edinburgh for private distribution, (1824,) termed " the North
Country Garland." The present copy includes two or three additional
verses, which had been previously recovered from tradition by Mr Finlay.
The editor thinks it proper to give, in continuation, a very pleasing mo-
dern ballad on the same subject, which first appeared in Herd's Collection.