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209. Geordie

209a: Geordie

209a.1 There
was a battle in the north,
And nobles there was many,
And they hae killd Sir Charlie Hay,
And they laid the wyte on Geordie.
209a.2 O
he has written a lang letter,
He sent it to his lady:
Ye maun cum up to Enbrugh town,
To see what words o Geordie.
209A.3 When first she lookd the letter on,
She was baith red and rosy;
But she had na read a word but twa
Till she wallowt like a lily.
209A.4 Gar get to me my gude grey steed,
My menyie a gae wi me,
For I shall neither eat nor drink
Till Enbrugh town shall see me.
209A.5 And she has mountit her gude grey steed,
Her menyie a gaed wi her,
And she did neither eat nor drink
Till Enbrugh town did see her.
209A.6 And first appeard the fatal block,
And syne the aix to head him,
And Geordie cumin down the stair,
And bands o airn upon him.
209A.7 But tho he was chaind in fetters strang,
O airn and steel sae heavy,
There was na ane in a the court
Sae bra a man as Geordie.
209a.8 O
shes down on her bended knee,
I wat shes pale and weary:
O pardon, pardon, noble king,
And gie me back my dearie!
209a.9 I
hae born seven sons to my Geordie dear,
The seventh neer saw his daddie;
O pardon, pardon, noble king,
Pity a waefu lady!
209a.10
Gar bid the headin-man mak haste,
Our king replyd fu lordly:
O noble king, tak a thats mine,
But gie me back my Geordie!
209a.11
The Gordons cam, and the Gordons ran,
And they were stark and steady,
And ay the word amang them a
Was, Gordons, keep you ready!
209a.12
An aged lord at the kings right hand
Says, Noble king, but hear me;
Gar her tell down five thousand pound,
And gie her back her dearie.
209a.13
Some gae her marks, some gae her crowns,
Some gae her dollars many,
And shes telld down five thousand pound,
And shes gotten again her dearie.
209a.14
She blinkit blythe in her Geordies face,
Says, Dear Ive bought thee, Geordie;
But there sud been bluidy bouks on the green
Or I had tint my laddie.
209a.15
He claspit her by the middle sma,
And he kist her lips sae rosy:
The fairest flower o woman-kind
Is my sweet, bonie lady!

209b: Geordie

209b.1 There
was a battle i the north
Amang our nobles many,
And they have killed Sir Charles Hay,
And theyve taen thrae me my Geordie.
209b.2 O
wherell I gett a wi bit boy,
A bonnie boy thats ready,
That will gae in to my biggin
With a letter to my ladie?
209B.3 Then up and startit a wi bit boy,
An a bonnie boy was ready:
Its Ill gae in to your biggin
Wi a letter to your ladie.
209B.4 When the day was fair an the way was clear,
An the wi bit boy was ready,
An hes gane in to his biggin,
Wi a letter to his ladie.
209B.5 When she lookd the letter on,
She was no a wearit ladie;
But when she lookit the other side,
She mourned for her Geordie.
209B.6 Gar sadle to me the black, she says,
For the brown rade neer sey bonnie,
An Ill gae down to Enbro town,
An see my true-love Geordie.
209B.7 When she cam to the water-side,
The cobles war na ready;
Shes turnd her horses head about,
An in by the Queens Ferry.
209B.8 When she cam to the West Port,
There war poor folks many;
She dealt crowns an the ducatdowns,
And bade them pray for Geordie.
209B.9 When she cam to the Parliament Closs,
There amang our nobles many,
Cravats an caps war standing there,
But low, low lay her Geordie.
209b.10
When she gaed up the tolbooth-stairs,
Amang our nobles manie,
The napkins tyed oer Geordies face,
And the gallows makin ready.
209b.11 O
wad ye hae his lands or rents?
Or wad ye hae his monie?
Take a, a frae him but his sark alone,
Lesve me my true-love Geordie.
209b.12
The captain pud her on his knee,
An cad her heart an honey:
An ye wad wait seen years for me,
Ye wad never jump for Geordie.
209b.13 O
hold your tongue, you foolish man,
Your speech its a but folly;
For an ye wad wait till the day ye die,
I wad neer take John for Geordie.
209b.14
Twas up and spak the Lord Corstarph,
The ill gae wi his body!
O Geordies neck it war on a block,
Gif I had his fair ladie!
209b.15 O
haud yer tongue, ye foolish man,
Yer speech is a but folly;
For if Geordies neck war on a block,
Ye soud neer enjoy his ladie.
209b.16
Its I hae seen weel gawn mills,
I wait they a gang daily;
Ill gie them a an amang ye a
For the sparin o my Geordie.
209b.17 I
hae eleen bairns i the wast,
I wait there a to Geordie;
Id see then a streekit afore mine eyes
Afore I lose my Geordie.
209b.18 I
hae eleen bairns i the wast,
The twalt bears up my body;
The youngests on his nurses knee,
An he never saw his dadie.
209b.19 I
hae seen uncles in the north,
They gang baith proud an lordly;
Id see them a tread down afore my eyes
Afore I lose my Geordie.
209b.20
Then out an spak an English lord,
The ill gae wi his bodie!
Its I gard hang Sir Francie Grey,
An Ill soon gar hang your Geordie.
209b.21
Its out an spak than a Scottish lord,
May the weel gae wi his body!
Its Ill cast of my coat an feght
Afore ye lose your Geordie.
209b.22
Its out then spak an English lord,
May the ill gae wi his bodie!
Before the morn at ten oclock,
Is hae the head o Geordie.
209b.23
Out then spak the Scottish lord,
May the weel gae wi his body!
Ill fight i bluid up to the knees
Afore ye lose your Geordie.
209b.24
But out an spak the royal king,
May the weel gae wi his body!
Theres be bluidie heads amang us a
Afore ye lose your Geordie.
209b.25
Twas up than spak the royal queen,
May the weel gae wi his body!
Tell down, tell down five hunder pound,
An yes get wi you yer Geordie.
209b.26
Some gae her gold, some gae her crowns,
Some gae her ducats many,
An shes telld down five hundred pound,
An shes taen away her Geordie.
209b.27
An ay she praisd the powers above,
An a the royal family,
An ay she blessed the royal queen,
For sparin o her Geordie.
209b.28....
....
Nae bird sang sweeter in the bush
Than she did wi her Geordie.
209b.29
Its wo be to my Lord Costorph,
Its wo be to him daily!
For if Geordies neck had been on the block
He had neer enjoyd his ladie.
209b.30
Gar print me ballants weel, she said,
Gar print me ballants many,
Gar print me ballants weel, she said,
That I am a worthy ladie.

209c: Geordie

209c.1 There
was a battle in the north,
Among the nobles many;
The Laird of Geight hes killd a man,
And theres nane to die but Geordie.
* * * * *
209c.2
What news? what news, my bonny boy?
What news hae ye frae Geordie?
He bids ye sew his linen shirts,
For hes sure hell no need many.
209C.3 Go saddle the black, go saddle the brown,
Go saddle to me the bonny;
For I will neither eat nor drink
Until I see my Geordie.
209C.4 Theyve saddled the black, theyve saddled the brown,
Theyve saddled her the bonny,
And she is away to Edinborough town,
Straight away to see her Geordie.
209C.5 When she came to the sea-side,
The boats they were nae ready;
She turned her horses head about,
And swimd at the Queens Ferry.
209C.6 And when she came to the prison-door,
There poor folks they stood many;
She dealt the red guineas them among,
And bade them pray weel for Geordie.
209C.7 And when she came into the hall,
Amang the nobles many,
The napkins tied on Geordies face,
And the heads to gae frae Geordie.
209c.8 I
have born ten bonny sons,
And the eleventh neer sa his dadie,
And I will bear them all oer again
For the life o bonny Geordie.
209c.9 I
have born the Laird of Gight,
And the Laird of bonny Pernonnie;
And I will gie them all to thee
For the life of my bonny Geordie.
209c.10
Up then spoke [a kind-hearted man],
Wha said, Hes done good to many;
If yell tell down ten hundred crowns
Away ye shall hae yer Geordie.
209c.11
Some telld shillings, and some telld crowns,
But she telld the red guineas many,
Till theyve telld down ten hundred crowns,
And away shes got her Geordie.
209c.12
[Its up then spoke an Irish lord,
And O but he spoke bauldly!]
I wish his head had been on the block,
That I might hae got his fair lady.
209c.13
She turned about..
And O but she spoke boldly!
A pox upon your nasty face!
Will ye eer be compared to my Geordie?
209c.14
She set him on a milk-white steed,
Herself upon another;
The thrush on the briar neer sang so clear
As she sang behind her Geordie.

209d: Geordie

209d.1 There
was a battle i the north
Among the nobles many,
The Laird of Gigh hes killd a man,
The brother of his lady.
209D.2 Where will I get a man or boy,
That will win both goud and money,
That will run into the north,
And fetch to me my lady?
209D.3 Up then spake a bonny boy,
He was both blythe and merry;
O I will run into the north,
And fetch to you your lady.
209D.4 You may tell her to sew me a gude side shirt,
Shell no need to sew me mony;
Tell her to bring me a gude side shirt,
It will be the last of any.
209D.5 He has written a broad letter,
And hes seald it sad and sorry;
Hes gaen it to that bonny boy,
To take to his fair lady.
209D.6 Away the bonny boy hes gaen,
He was both blythe and merrie;
Hes to that fair lady gane,
And taen her word frae Geordie.
209D.7 When she looked the letter on,
She was both sad and sorrie:
O Ill away to fair Edinburgh town
Myself and see my Geordie.
209D.8 Gar saddle to me the black, she says,
The brown was neer sae bonny;
And Ill straight to Edinburgh
Myself and see my Geordie.
209D.9 When she came to that wan water,
The boats was not yet ready;
She wheeld her horses head around,
And swimd at the Queens Ferry.
209d.10
When she came to the Parliament Close,
Amang the poor folks many,
She dealt the crowns with duckatoons,
And bade them pray for Geordy.
209d.11
When she came to the Parliament House,
Among the nobles many,
The rest sat all wi hat on head,
But hat in hand sat Geordie.
209d.12
Up bespake an English lord,
And he spake blythe and merrie;
Was Geordies head upon the block,
I am sure I would have his lady.
209d.13
Up bespake that lady fair,
And O but she was sorrie!
If Geordies head were on the block,
Theres never a man gain his lady.
209d.14 I
have land into the north,
And I have white rigs many,
And I could gie them a to you
To save the life of Geordie.
209d.15 I
have seven children in the north,
And they seem very bonnie,
And I could bear them a over again
For to win the life o Geordie.
209d.16
Up bespake the gude Argyle;
He has befriended many;
If yell tell down ten hundred crowns,
Yes win the life o Geordie.
209d.17
Some gaed her shillings, some her crowns,
And some gaed her guineas many,
And shes telld down ten hundred crowns,
And shes wone the life o Geordie.
209d.18
When she came down through Edinborough,
And Geordie in her hand, O,
Where will I get a writers [house],
A writers house so ready,
That I may write into the north
I have wone the life o Geordie?

209e: Geordie

209e.1 There
was a battle in the north,
And rebels there were many,
And they were a brought before the king,
And taken was my geordie.
My Geordie O, O my Geordie O,
O the love I bear to Geordie!
For the very ground I walk upon
Bears witness I love Geordie.
209E.2 As she went up the tolbooth-stair,
The cripples there stood many,
And she dealt the red gold them among,
For to pray for her love Geordie.
209E.3 And when she came unto the hall
The nobles there stood many,
And every one stood hat on head,
But hat in hand stood Geordie.
209e.4 O
up bespoke a baron bold,
And O but he spoke bonnie!
Such lovers true shall not parted be,
And shes got her true-love Geordie.
209E.5 When she was mounted on her high horse,
And on behind her Geordie,
Nae bird on the brier eer sang sae clear
As the young knight and his lady.
O my Geordie O, O my Geordie O,
O the love I bear to Geordie!
The very stars in the firmament
Bear tokens I love Geordie.

209f: Geordie

209f.1 Geordie
Lukely is my name,
And many a one doth ken me; O
Many an ill deed I hae done,
But now death will owrecome me. O
209f.2 I
neither murdered nor yet have I slain,
I never murdered any;
But I stole fyfteen o the kings bay horse,
And I sold them in Bohemia.
209F.3 Where would I get a pretty little boy,
That would fain win gold and money,
That would carry this letter to Stirling town,
And give it to my lady?
209F.4 Here am I, a pretty little boy,
That wud fain win gold and money;
Ill carry your letter to Stirling town,
And give it to your lady.
209F.5 As he came in by Stirling town
He was baith weet and weary;
The cloth was spread, and supper set,
And the ladies dancing merry.
209F.6 When she read the first of it,
She was baith glad and cheery;
But before she had the half ot read,
She was baith sad and sorry.
209F.7 Come saddle to me the bonnie dapple gray,
Come saddle to me the wee poney;
For Ill awa to the king mysell,
And plead for my ain love Geordie.
209F.8 She gaed up the Cannogate,
Amang the puir folk monie;
She made the handfus o red gold fly,
And bade them pray for Geordie,
And aye she wrang her lily-white hands,
Saying, I am a wearyd lady!
209F.9 Up and spoke the king himsell,
And oh, but he spok bonnie!
Its ye may see by her countenance
That she is Geordies lady.
209f.10
Up and spoke a bold bluidy wretch,
And oh, but he spoke boldly!
Tho [thou] should pay ten thousand pounds,
Thoull never get thy own love Geordie.
209f.11
For I had but ae brother to mysell,
I loved him best of any;
They cutted his head from his fair bodie,
And so will they thy love Geordie.
209f.12
Up and spoke the king again,
And oh, but he spak bonnie!
If thoull pay me five thousand pound,
Ill gie thee hame thy love Geordie.
209f.13
She put her hand in her pocket,
She freely paid the money,
And shes awa to the Gallows Wynd,
To get her nain love Geordie.
209f.14
As she came up the Gallows Wynd,
The people was standing many;
The psalms was sung, and the bells was rung,
And silks and cords hung bonnie.
209f.15
The napkin was tyed on Geordies face,
And the hangman was just readie:
Hold your hand, you bluidy wretch!
O hold it from my Geordie!
For Ive got a remit from the king,
That Ill get my ain love Geordie.
209f.16
When he heard his ladys voice,
He was baith blythe and merry:
Theres many ladies in this place,
Have not I a worthy ladie?
209f.17
She mounted him on the bonnie dapple grey,
Herself on the wee poney,
And she rode home on his right hand,
All for the pride o Geordie.

209g: Geordie

209g.1 The
weather it is clear, and the wind blaws fair,
And yonder a boy rins bonnie,
And he is awa to the gates of Hye,
With a letter to my dear ladie.
209G.2 The first line that she lookit on,
She was baith red and rosy;
She droppit down, and she dropt in a swoon,
Crys, Och and alace for Geordie!
209G.3 Gar saddle to me the black, black horse;
The brown is twice as bonnie;
But I will neither eat nor drink
Till I relieve my Geordie.
209G.4 When she cam to the canny Cannygate,
Amang the puir folk many,
She made the dollars flee amang them a,
And she bade them plead for Geordie.
209G.5 When she came to the tolbooth-gate,
Amang the nobles many,
She made the red gold flee amang them a,
And she bade them plead for Geordie.
209G.6 Out and spoke the king himsell,
Whas aught this weary lady?
Out and spoke a pretty little page,
Shes the Earl o Cassilis lady.
209G.7 Has he killed? or has he slain?
Or has he ravishd any?
He stole three geldings out o yon park,
And sold them to Balleny.
209G.8 Pleading is idle, said the king,
Pleading is idle with any;
But pay you down five hundred pund,
And tak you hame your Geordie.
209G.9 Some gave marks, and som gave crowns,
Some gave dollars many;
Shes paid down the five hundred pund,
And shes relieved her Geordie.
209g.10
The lady smiled in Geordies face:
Geordie, I have bocht thee;
But down in yon green there had been bluidy breeks
Or I had parted wi thee.

209h: Geordie

209h.1 Will
ye go to the Hielans, my bonny lad?
Will ye go to the Hielans, Geordie?
Though ye tak the high road and I tak the low,
I will be in the Hielans afore ye.
209H.2 He hadna been in the high Hielans
A month but barely twa, O,
Till he was laid in Prison strong,
For hunting the kings deer and rae, O.
209h.3 O
where will I get a bonny, bonny boy,
That will run my errand cannie,
And gae quickly on to the bonny Bog o Gight,
Wi a letter to my lady?
209h.4 O
here am I, a bonny, bonny boy,
That will run your errand cannie,
And will gae on to the bonny Bog o Gight,
Wi a letter to your lady.
209H.5 When she did get this broad letter,
A licht, licht laugh gae she, O;
But before she read it to an end
The saut tear was in her ee, O.
209h.6 O
has he robbd? or has he stown?
Or has he kill d ony?
Or what is the ill that he has done,
That hes gaun to be hangd sae shortly?
209H.7 He hasna robbd, ha hasna stown,
He hasna kill d ony;
But he has hunted the kings deer and rae,
And he willl be hang d shortly.
209H.8 Come saddle to me the bonny brown steed,
For the black never rade sae bonny,
And I will gae on to Edinboro town
To borrow the life o my Geordie.
209H.9 The first water-side that she cam to,
The boatman wasna ready;
She gae anither skipper half-a-crown,
To boat her oer the ferry.
209h.10
When she cam on to Edinboro town,
The poor stood thick and mony;
She dealt them money roun and roun,
Bade them pray for the life o her Geordie.
209h.11
When she gaed up the tolbooth-stair,
She saw there nobles mony,
And ilka noble stood hat on head,
But hat in hand stood Geordie.
209h.12
Then out it spak an English lord,
And vow, but he spake bonny!
If ye pay down ten thousand crouns,
Yell get the life o your Geordie.
209h.13
Some gae her marks, some gae her crouns,
Some gae her guineas rarely,
Till she paid down ten thousand crouns,
And she got the life o her Geordie.
209h.14
Then out it spak an Irish lord,
O wae befa his body!
Its a pity the knicht didna lose his head,
That I micht hae gotten his lady.
209h.15
But out it spak the lady hersel,
And vow, but she spak bonny!
The pock-marks are on your Irish face,
You could not compare wi my Geordie!
209h.16
When she was in the saddle set,
And on ahint her Geordie,
The bird on the bush neer sang sae sweet,
As she sung to her love Geordie.
209h.17
First I was mistress o bonny Auchindown,
And I was lady o a Carnie,
But now I have come to the bonny Bog o Gight,
The wife o my true-love Geordie.
209h.18
If I were in the high Hielans,
I would hear the white kye lowing;
But Id rather be on the bonny banks o Spey,
To see the fish-boaties rowing.

209i: Geordie

209i.1 I
choosed my love at the bonny yates of Gight,
Where the birks an the flowers spring bony,
But pleasures I had never one,
But crosses very mony.
209I.2 First I was mistress of Pitfan
And madam of Kincraigie,
And now my name is bonny Lady Anne,
And I am Gights own lady.
209I.3 He does not use me as his wife,
Nor cherish me as his lady,
But day by day he saddles the grey,
And rides off to Bignets lady.
209I.4 Bignet he got word of this,
That Gight lay wi his lady;
He swore a vow, and kept it true,
To be revengd on s body.
209I.5 Where will I get a bonny boy
Will run my errand shortly,
That woud run on to the bonny yates o Gight
Wi a letter to my lady?
209I.6 Gight has written a broad letter,
And seald it soon and ready,
And sent it on to Gights own yates,
For to acquaint his lady.
209I.7 The first of it she looked on,
O dear! she smiled bonny;
But as she read it till an end
The tears were thick an mony.
209I.8 Come saddle to me the black, she says,
Come saddle him soon and shortly,
Ere I ride down to Edinburgh town,
Wi a lang side sark to Geordy.
209I.9 When she came to the boat of Leith,
I wad she did na tarry;
She gave the boatman a guinea o gold
To boat her oer the ferry.
209i.10
As she gaed oer the pier of Leith,
Among the peerls many,
She dealt the crowns and dukedoons,
Bade them a pray for Geordy.
209i.11
As she gaed up the tolbooth-stair,
Among the nobles many,
Every one sat hat on head,
But hat in hand stood Geordy.
209i.12
Has he brunt? or has he slain?
Or has he robb d any?
Or has he done any other crime,
That gars you head my Geordy?
209i.13
He hasna brunt, he hasna slain,
He hasna robbed any;
But he has done another crime,
For which he will pay dearly.
209i.14
In it comes First Lord Judge,
Says, George, Im sorry for you;
You must prepare yourself for death,
For therell be nae mercy for you.
209i.15
In it comes his Second Lord Judge,
Says, George Im sorry for you;
You must prepare yourself for death,
For therell be nae mercy for you.
209i.16
Out it speaks Gights lady herself,
And vow, but she spake wordy!
Is there not a lord among you all
Can plead a word for Geordy?
209i.17
Out it speaks the first Lord Judge:
What ladys that amang you
That speaks to us so boldly here,
And bids us plead for Geordy?
209i.18
Out then spake a friend, her own,
And says, Its Gights own lady,
Who is come to plead her own lords cause,
To which shes true and steady.
209i.19
The queen, looking oer her shott-window,
Says, Ann, Im soory for you;
If yell tell down ten thousand crowns,
Ye shall get home your Geordy.
209i.20
Shes taen the hat out of his hand,
And dear! it set her bonny;
Shes beggd the red gold them among,
And a to borrow Geordy.
209i.21
She turnd her right and round about
Among the nobles many;
Some gave her dollars, some her crowns,
And some gave guineas many.
209i.22
She spread her mantle on the floor,
O dear! she spread it bonny,
And she told down that noble sum;
Says, Put on your hat, my Geordy.
209i.23
But out it speaks him gleid Argyle,
Says, Woe be to your body!
I wish that Gight had lost his head,
I should enjoyd his lady.
209i.24
She looked oer her left shoulder,
A proud look and a saucy;
Says, Woe be to you, gleid Argyle!
Yell neer be like my Geordy.
209i.25
Youll hae me to some writers house,
And that baith seen and shortly,
That I may write down Gights lament,
And how I borrowed Geordy.
209i.26
When she was in her saddle set,
And aye behind her Geordy,
Birds neer sang blyther in the bush
Than she behind her Geordy.
209i.27 O
bonny George, but I love thee well,
And O sae dear as I love thee!
The sun and moon and firmament above
Bear witness how I love thee!
209i.28 O
bonny Ann, but I love thee well,
And O but sae dear as I love thee!
The birds in the air, that fly together pair and pair,
Bear witness, Ann, that I love thee!

209j: Geordie

209j.1 First I
was lady o Black Riggs,
And then into Kincraigie;
Now I am the Lady o Gight,
And my love hes cad Geordie.
209j.2 I
was the mistress o Pitfan,
And madam o Kincraigie;
But now my name is Lady Anne,
And I am Gights own lady.
209J.3 We courted in the woods o Gight,
Where birks and flowrs spring bonny;
But pleasures I had never one,
But sorrows thick and mony.
209J.4 He never ownd me as his wife,
Nor honourd me as his lady,
But day by day he saddles the grey,
And rides to Bignets lady.
209J.5 When Bignet he got word of that,
That Gight lay wi his lady,
Hes casten him in prison strong,
To ly till lords were ready.
209J.6 Where will I get a little wee boy,
That is baith true and steady,
That will run on to bonny Gight,
And bring to me my lady?
209j.7 O
here am I, a little wee boy,
That is baith true and steady,
That will run to the yates of Gight,
And bring to you your lady.
209J.8 Yell bid her saddle the grey, the grey,
The brown rode neer so smartly;
Yell bid her come to Edinbro town,
A for the life of Geordie.
209J.9 The night was fair, the moon was clear,
And he rode by Bevany,
And stopped at the yates o Gight,
Where leaves were thick and mony.
209j.10
The lady lookd oer castle-wa,
And dear, but she was sorry!
Here comes a page frae Edinbro town;
A is nae well wi Geordie.
209j.11
What news, what news, my little boy?
Come tell me soon and shortly;
Bad news, bad news, my lady, he said,
Theyre going to hang your Geordie.
209j.12
Yell saddle to me the grey, the grey,
The brown rade neer so smartly;
And Ill awa to Edinbro town,
Borrow the life o Geordie.
209j.13
When she came near to Edinbro town,
I wyte she didna tarry,
But she has mounted her grey steed,
And ridden the Queens Ferry.
209j.14
When she came to the boat of Leith,
I wat she didna tarry;
She gae the boatman a guinea o gowd
To boat her ower the ferry.
209j.15
When she came to the pier o Leith,
The poor they were sae many;
She dealt the gowd right liberallie,
And bade them pray for Geordie.
209j.16
When she gaed up the tolbooth-stair,
The nobles there were many:
And ilka ane stood hat on head,
But hat in hand stood Geordie.
209j.17
She gae a blink out-ower them a,
And three blinks to her Geordie;
But when she saw his een fast bound,
A swoon fell in this lady.
209j.18
Whom has he robbd? What has he stole?
Or has he killed ony?
Or whats the crime that he has done,
His foes they are sae mony?
209j.19
He hasna brunt, he hasna slain,
He hasna robbed ony;
But he has done another crime,
For which he will pay dearly.
209j.20
Then out it speaks Lord Montague,
O wae be to his body!
The day we hangd young Charles Hay,
The morn well head your Geordie.
209j.21
Then out it speaks the king himsell,
Vow, but he spake bonny!
Come here, young Gight, confess your sins,
Lets hear if they be mony.
209j.22
Come here, young Gight, confess your sins,
See ye be true and steady;
And if your sins they be but sma,
Then yese win wi your lady.
209j.23
Nane have I robbd, nought have I stown,
Nor have I killed ony;
But ane of the kings best brave steeds,
I sold him in Bevany.
209j.24
Then out it speaks the king again,
Dear, but he spake bonny!
That crimes nae great; for your ladys sake,
Put on your hat now, Geordie.
209j.25
Then out it speaks Lord Montague,
O wae be to his body!
Theres guilt appears in Gights ain face,
Yell cross-examine Geordie.
209j.26
Now since it all I must confess,
My crimes baith great and mony:
A woman abused, five orphan babes,
I killd them for their money.
209j.27
Out it speaks the king again,
And dear, but he was sorry!
Your confession brings confusion,
Take aff your hat now, Geordie.
209j.28
Then out it speaks the lady hersell,
Vow, but she was sorry!
Now all my life Ill wear the black,
Mourn for the death o Geordie.
209j.29
Lord Huntly then he did speak out,
O fair mot fa his body!
I there will fight doublet alane
Or ony thing ails Geordie.
209j.30
Then out it speaks the king again,
Vow, but he spake bonny!
If yell tell down ten thousand crowns,
Yell buy the life o Geordie.
209j.31
She spread her mantle on the ground,
Dear, but she spread it bonny!
Some gae her crowns, some ducadoons,
And some gae dollars mony:
Then she tauld down ten thousand crowns,
Put on your hat, my Geordie.
209j.32
Then out it speaks Lord Montague,
Wae be to his body!
I wisht that Gight wanted the head;
I might enjoyd his lady.
209j.33
Out it speaks the lady hersell,
Ye need neer wish my body;
O ill befa your wizzend snout!
Woud ye compare wi Geordie?
209j.34
When she was in her saddle set,
Riding the leys sae bonny,
The fiddle and fleet playd neer sae sweet
As she behind her Geordie.
209j.35 O
Geordie, Geordie, I love you well,
Nae jealousie coud move me;
The birds in air, that fly in pairs,
Can witness how I love you.
209j.36
Yell call for one, the best o clerks,
Yell call him soon amd shortly,
As he may write what I indite,
A this Ive done for Geordie.
209j.37
He turned him right and round about,
And high, high looked Geordie:
A finger o Bignets ladys hand
Is worth a your fair body.
209j.38
My lands may a be masterless,
My babes may want their mother;
But Ive made a vow, will keep it true,
Ill be bound to no other.
209j.39
These words they causd a great dispute,
And proud and fierce grew Geordie;
A sharp dagger he pulled out,
And pierced the heart o s lady.
209j.40
The ladys dead, and Gight hes fled,
And left his lands behind him;
Altho they searched south and north,
There were nane there coud find him.
209j.41
Now a that lived into Black Riggs,
And likewise in Kincraigie,
For seven years were clad in black,
To mourn for Gights own lady.

209k: Geordie

209k.1 I Have
eleven babes into the north,
And the twelfth is in my body,O
And the youngest o thems in the nurses arms,
He neer yet saw his daddy. O
209k.2
Some gied her ducks, some gied her drakes,
And some gied her crowns monie,
And shes paid him down five thousand pound,
And shes gotten hame her Geordie.

209l: Geordie

209l.1 And
soon she came to the water broad,
Nor boat nor barge was ready;
She turned her horses head to the flood,
And swam through at Queensferry.
209L.2 But when she to the presence came,
Mang earls high and lordlie,
There hat on head sat every man,
While hat in hand stood Geordie.

209m: Geordie

209m.1 When
he came out at the tolbooth-stair,
He was baith red and rosy;
But gin he cam to the gallows-fit,
He was wallourt like the lily.

209n: Geordie

209n.1 I Have
nine children in the west,
The tenth anes in my bodie;
The eldest o them she never knew a man,
And she knows not whas her daddy.
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