Classic Poem

The reek it rose, and the flame it flew,
And oh! the fire augmented high,
Until it came to Lord John's chamber-window,
And to the bed where Lord John lay.

‘O help me, help me, Lady Frennet!
I never ettled harm to thee;
And if my father slew thy lord,
Forget the deed and rescue me.’

He looked east, he looked west,
To see if any help was nigh;
At length his little page he saw,
Who to his lord aloud did cry:

‘Loup doun, loup doun, my master 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 see the blazing low,
And my twa legs burnt to my knee?’