Then out it came her false Frendraught,
Inviting them to bide.
3.
Said, ‘Stay this night untill we sup,
The morn untill we dine;
’Twill be a token of good ’greement
’Twixt your good Lord and mine.’
4.
‘We’ll turn again,’ said good Lord John;
‘But no,’ said Rothiemay,