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Swift darts the eagle from the flcy.
When prey beneath is feen ;
As quickly he forgot his hold,
And perch'd upon the green.
O hie thee, hie thee, lady gay,
Frae this dark wood awa ;
money ; and after that it foon went to ruin, and was fome-
time agoextin&."
The prefent ballad appears to have been fuggefted
by one compofed at the time, a few ftanzas of which are
fortunately remembered by the reverend Mr. Boyd, tranf-
lator of Dante, and were obligingly communicated to the
editor, by his very ingenious and valuable friend J. C.
Walker efij.
The reek it rofe, 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 Frennot,
I never ettled harm to thee,
And if my father flew thy lord,
Forget the deed and refcue me.
He looked eaft, he looked weft,
To fee if any help was nigh ;
At length his little page he faw,
Who to his lord aloud did cry.
Loup down, loup down, my mafter dear,
What though the window's dreigh and hie,
I'll catch you in my arms twa,
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 fee the blazing low,
And my twa legs burnt to my knte ?