Then out it speaks Lord Montague, (O wae be to his body!) "The day we hang'd young Charles Hay, The morn we'll head your Geordie." 80 Then out it speaks the king himsell, Vow, but he spake bonny! "Come here, young Gight, confess your sins, Let's hear if they be mony. "Come here, young Gight, confess your sins, 85 See ye be true and steady; And if your sins they be but sma', Then ye'se win wi' your lady." "Nane have I robb'd, nought have I stown, Nor have I killed ony; 90 But ane o' the king's best brave steeds, I sold him in Bevany." Then out it speaks the king again, Dear, but he spake bonny! "That crime's nae great; for your lady's sake, 95 Put on your hat now, Geordie." Then out it speaks Lord Montague, O wae be to his body! "There's guilt appears in Gight's ain face, Ye'll cross examine Geordie." 100 "Now since it all I must confess, My crime's baith great and mony: A woman abused, five orphan babes, I kill'd them for their money." Out it speaks the king again, 105 And dear but he was sorry! "Your confession brings confusion, Take aff your hat now, Geordie." Then out it speaks the lady hersell, Vow, but she was sorry! 110 "Now all my life I'll wear the black, Mourn for the death o' Geordie." Lord Huntly then he did speak out, O fair mot fa' his body! "I there will fight doublet alane, 115 Or ony thing ails Geordie." Then out it speaks the king again, Vow, but he spake bonny! "If ye'll tell down ten thousand crowns, Ye'll buy the life o' Geordie." 120 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,-- 125 "Put on your hat, my Geordie." Then out it speaks Lord Montague, Wae be to his body! "I wisht that Gight wanted the head; I might enjoy'd his lady." 130 Out it speaks the lady hersell, "Ye need ne'er wish my body; O ill befa' your wizzen'd snout! Wou'd ye compare wi' Geordie?" When she was in her saddle set, 135 Riding the leys sae bonny, The fiddle and fleet play'd ne'er sae sweet, As she behind her Geordie. "O Geordie, Geordie, I love you well, Nae jealousie cou'd move me; 140 The birds in air, that fly in pairs, Can witness how I love you.