11 ‘For I had but ae brother to mysell, I loved him best of any; They cutted his head from his fair bodie, And so will they thy love Geordie.’ 12 Up and spoke the king again, And oh, but he spak bonnie! ‘If thou’ll pay me five thousand pound, I’ll gie thee hame thy love Geordie.’ 13 She put her hand in her pocket, She freely paid the money, And she’s awa to the Gallows Wynd, To get her nain love Geordie. 14 As she came up the Gallows Wynd, The people was standing many; The psalms was sung, and the bells was rung, And silks and cords hung bonnie. 15 The napkin was tyed on Geordie’s face, And the hangman was just readie: ‘Hold your hand, you bluidy wretch! O hold it from my Geordie! For I’ve got a remit from the king, That I’ll get my ain love Geordie.’ 16 When he heard his lady’s voice, He was baith blythe and merry: ‘There’s many ladies in this place; Have not I a worthy ladie?’ 17 She mounted him on the bonnie dapple grey, Herself on the wee poney, And she rode home on his right hand, All for the pride o Geordie. * * * * * G Motherwell’s Note-Book, p. 17, p. 10; from Mrs Rule, Paisley, August 16, 1825. Apparently learned from a blind aunt, pp. 1, 3. 1 The weather it is clear, and the wind blaws fair, And yonder a boy rins bonnie, And he is awa to the gates of Hye, With a letter to my dear ladie. 2 The first line that she lookit on, She was baith red and rosy; She droppit down, and she dropt in a swoon, Crys, Och and alace for Geordie! 3 ‘Gar saddle to me the black, black horse; The brown is twice as bonnie; But I will neither eat nor drink Till I relieve my Geordie.’ 4 When she cam to the canny Cannygate, Amang the puir folk many, She made the dollars flee amang them a’, And she bade them plead for Geordie. 5 When she came to the tolbooth-gate, Amang the nobles many, She made the red gold flee amang them a’, And she bade them plead for Geordie. 6 Out and spoke the king himsell, ‘Wha’s aught this weary lady?’ Out and spoke a pretty little page, ‘She’s the Earl o Cassilis lady.’ 7 ‘Has he killed? or has he slain? Or has he ravishd any?’ ‘He stole three geldings out o yon park, And sold them to Balleny.’ 8 ‘Pleading is idle,’ said the king, ‘Pleading is idle with any; But pay you down five hundred pund, And tak you hame your Geordie.’ 9 Some gave marks, and som gave crowns, Some gave dollars many; She’s paid down the five hundred pund, And she’s relieved her Geordie. 10 The lady smiled in Geordie’s face: ‘Geordie, I have bocht thee; But down in yon green there had been bluidy breeks Or I had parted wi thee.’ * * * * * H