And to the jaylor she sent this ring, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, The knight from prison forth 'to' bring, To wend with her into fair Scotland. This token set the prisoner free, 65 _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, Who straight went to this fair lady, To wend with her into fair Scotland. A gallant steed he did bestride, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, 70 And with the lady away did ride, And she the fair Flower of Northumberland. They rode till they came to a water clear, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, "Good Sir, how should I follow you here, 75 And I the fair Flower of Northumberland? "The water is rough and wonderful deep, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, And on my saddle I shall not keep, And I the fair Flower of Northumberland." 80 "Fear not the foard, fair lady," quoth he, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, "For long I cannot stay for thee, And thou the fair Flower of Northumberland." The lady prickt her wanton steed, 85 _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, And over the river swom with speed, And she the fair Flower of Northumberland. From top to toe all wet was she, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_; 90 "Thus have I done for love of thee, And I the fair Flower of Northumberland." Thus rode she all one winters night, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, Till Edenborough they saw in sight, 95 The fairest town in all Scotland. "Now chuse," quoth he, "thou wanton flower, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, 'Whether' thou wilt be my paramour, Or get thee home to Northumberland. 100 "For I have wife, and children five, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_; In Edenborough they be alive, Then get thee home to fair England. "This favour thou shalt have to boot, 105 _Follow, my love, come over the strand_; I'le have 'thy' horse, go thou on foot, Go, get thee home to Northumberland." "O false and faithless knight," quoth she, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, 110 "And canst thou deal so bad with me, And I the fair Flower of Northumberland? "Dishonour not a ladies name, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, But draw thy sword and end my shame, 115 And I the fair Flower of Northumberland." He took her from her stately steed, _Follow, my love, come over the strand_, And left her there in extream need, And she the fair Flower of Northumberland. 120