11 'If you be the lass of the Rochroyall, As I trow not you be, You will tell me some of our love-tokens, That was betwixt you and me.' 12 'Have you not mind, Love Gregory, Since we sat at the wine; When we changed the rings off our fingers, And ay the worst fell mine? 13 'Mine was of the massy gold, And thine was of the tin; Mine was true and trusty both, And thine was false within.' 14 If you be [the] lass of the Roch Royall, As I trow not you be, You will tell me some other love-token That was betwixt you and me.' 15 'Have you not mind, Love Gregory, Since we sat at the wine, We changed the smocks off our two backs, And ay the worst fell mine? 16 'Mine was of the holland fine, And thine was course and thin; So many blocks have we two made, And ay the worst was mine.' 17 'Love Gregory, he is not at home, But he is to the sea; If you have any word to him, I pray you leave 't with me.' * * * * * * * 18 'O who will shoe my bony foot? Or who will glove my hand? Or who will bind my midle jimp With the broad lilly band? 19 'Or who will comb my bony head With the red river comb? Or who will be my bairn's father Ere Gregory he come home?' 20 'O I's gar shoe thy bony foot, And I's gar glove thy hand, And I's gar bind thy midle jimp With the broad lilly band. 21 'And I's gar comb thy bony head With the red river comb; But there is none to be thy bairn's father Till Love Gregory he come home. 22 'I'll set my foot on the ship-board, God send me wind and more! For there's never a woman shall bear a son Shall make my heart so sore.' 23 'I dreamed a dream now since yestreen, That I never dreamed before; I dreamd that the lass of the Rochroyall Was knocking at the door.' 24 'Ly still, ly still, my é dear son, Ly still, and take a sleep; For it's neither ane hour, nor yet a half, Since she went from the gate.' 25 'O wo be to you, ill woman, And ane ill death mott you die! For you might have come to my bed-side, And then have wakened me. 26 'Gar sadle me the black,' he sayes, 'Gar sadle me the broun; Gar sadle me the swiftest steed That ever rode the toun. 27 'Gar shoe him with the beat silver, Gar grind him with the gold; Cause put two bells on every side, Till I come to some hold.' 28 They sadled him the black, the black, So did they him the broun; So did they him the swiftest steed That ever rode to toun. 29 They shoed him with the beat silver, They grind him with the gold; They put two bells on every side, Till he came to some hold.