It was a Knight in Scotland born, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, Was taken prisoner, and left forlorn, Even by the good Earl of Northumberland. Then was he cast in prison strong, 5 _Follow, my love, 'come' over the strand_, Where he could not walk nor lye along, Even by the good Earl of Northumberland. And as in sorrow thus he lay, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, 10 The Earl [s] sweet daughter walks that way, And she is the fair Flower of Northumberland. And passing by like an angel bright, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, The prisoner had of her a sight, 15 And she the fair Flower of Northumberland. And aloud to her this knight did cry, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, The salt tears standing in his eye, And she the fair Flower of Northumberland. "Fair lady," he said, "take pity on me, 21 _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, And let me not in prison die, And you the fair Flower of Northumberland." "Fair Sir, how should I take pity on thee, 25 _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, Thou being a foe to our country, And I the fair Flower of Northumberland." "Fair lady, I am no foe," he said, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, 30 "Through thy sweet love here was I stay'd, For thee, the fair Flower of Northumberland." "Why shouldst thou come here for love of me, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, Having wife and children in thy country, 35 And I the fair Flower of Northumberland." "I swear by the blessed Trinity, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, I have no wife nor children, I, Nor dwelling at home in merry Scotland. 40 "If courteously thou wilt set me free, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, I vow that I will marry thee, So soon as I come in fair Scotland. "Thou shalt be a lady of castles and towers, 45 _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, And sit like a queen in princely bowers, Were I at home in fair Scotland." Then parted hence this lady gay, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, 50 And got her fathers ring away, To help this knight into fair Scotland. Likewise much gold she got by sleight, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, And all to help this forlorn knight, 55 To wend from her father to fair Scotland. Two gallant steeds, both good and able, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, She likewise took out of the stable, To ride with the knight into fair Scotland. 60