‘O waken, waken, Rothiemay!
O waken, brother dear!
And turn you to our Saviour;
There is strong treason here.’
VIII
When they were dressèd in their cloaths,
And ready for to boun,
The doors and windows was all secur’d,
The roof-tree burning down.
IX
He did him to the wire-window[1265],
As fast as he could gang;
Says, Wae to the hands put in the stancheons!
For out we’ll never win.
X
When he stood at the wire-window,
Most doleful to be seen,
He did espy her Lady Frendraught,
Who stood upon the green.
XI
Cried, ‘Mercy, mercy, Lady Frendraught!
Will ye not sink with sin?
For first your husband killed my father,
And now you burn his son.’