Ballads, English -- England -- Texts; Ballads, Scots -- Scotland -- Texts
"He never own'd me as his wife,
Nor honour'd me as his lady,
But day by day he saddles the grey, 15
And rides to Bignet's lady."
When Bignet he got word of that,
That Gight lay wi' his lady,
He's casten him in prison strong,
To ly till lords were ready. 20
"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?"
"O here am I, a little wee boy, 25
That is baith true and steady,
That will run to the yates o' Gight,
And bring to you your lady."
"Ye'll bid her saddle the grey, the grey,
The brown rode ne'er so smartly; 30
Ye'll bid her come to Edinbro' town,
A' for the life of Geordie."
The night was fair, the moon was clear,
And he rode by Bevany,
And stopped at the yates o' Gight, 35
Where leaves were thick and mony.
The lady look'd o'er castle wa',
And dear but she was sorry!
"Here comes a page frae Edinbro' town;
A' is nae well wi' Geordie. 40
"What news, what news, my little boy?
Come tell me soon and shortly;"
"Bad news, bad news, my lady," he said,
"They're going to hang your Geordie."
"Ye'll saddle to me the grey, the grey, 45
The brown rade ne'er so smartly;
And I'll awa' to Edinbro' town,
Borrow the life o' Geordie."
When she came near to Edinbro' town,
I wyte she didna tarry; 50
But she has mounted her grey steed,
And ridden the queen's berry.
When she came to the boat of Leith,
I wat she didna tarry;
She gae the boatman a guinea o' gowd, 55
To boat her ower the ferry.
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. 60
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.
She gae a blink out ower them a', 65
And three blinks to her Geordie;
But when she saw his een fast bound,
A swoon fell in this lady.
"Whom has he robb'd? What has he stole?
Or has he killed ony? 70
Or what's the crime that he has done,
His foes they are sae mony?"
"He hasna brunt, he hasna slain,
He hasna robbed ony;
But he has done another crime, 75
For which he will pay dearly."
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