While he stood in this dreadful plight,
Most piteous to be seen,
There called out his servant Gordon,
As he had frantic been.
"O loup, O loup, my dear master,55
O loup and come to me!
I'll catch you in my arms two;
One foot I will not flee.
"O loup, O loup, my dear master,
O loup and come away!60
I'll catch you in my arms two,
But Rothiemay may lie."
"The fish shall never swim in the flood,
Nor corn grow through the clay,
Nor the fiercest fire that ever was kindled65
Twin me and Rothiemay.
"But I cannot loup, I cannot come,
I cannot win to thee;
My head's fast in the wire-window,
My feet burning from me.70
"My eyes are seething in my head,
My flesh roasting also,
My bowels are boiling with my blood;
Is not that a woeful woe?
"Take here the rings from my white fingers75
That are so long and small,
And give them to my lady fair,
Where she sits in her hall.
"So I cannot loup, I cannot come,
I cannot loup to thee;80
My earthly part is all consumed,
My spirit but speaks to thee."