11 ‘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.’ 12 ‘Ye’ll saddle to me the grey, the grey, The brown rade neer so smartly; And I’ll awa to Edinbro town, Borrow the life o Geordie.’ 13 When she came near to Edinbro town, I wyte she didna tarry, But she has mounted her grey steed, And ridden the Queen’s Ferry. 14 When she came to the boat of Leith, I wat she didna tarry; She gae the boatman a guinea o gowd To boat her ower the ferry. 15 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. 16 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. 17 She gae a blink out-ower them a’, And three blinks to her Geordie; But when she saw his een fast bound, A swoon fell in this lady. 18 ‘Whom has he robbd? What has he stole? Or has he killed ony? Or what’s the crime that he has done, His foes they are sae mony?’ 19 ‘He hasna brunt, he hasna slain, He hasna robbed ony; But he has done another crime, For which he will pay dearly.’ 20 Then out it speaks Lord Montague, O wae be to his body! ‘The day we hangd young Charles Hay, The morn we’ll head your Geordie.’ 21 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. 22 ‘Come here, young Gight, confess your sins, See ye be true and steady; And if your sins they be but sma, Then ye ‘se win wi your lady.’ 23 ‘Nane have I robbd, nought have I stown, Nor have I killed ony; But ane o the king’s best brave steeds, I sold him in Bevany.’ 24 Then out it speaks the king again, Dear, but he spake bonny! ‘That crime’s nae great; for your lady’s sake, Put on your hat now, Geordie.’ 25 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.’ 26 ‘Now since it all I must confess, My crimes’ baith great and mony: A woman abused, five orphan babes, I killd them for their money.’ 27 Out it speaks the king again, And dear, but he was sorry! ‘Your confession brings confusion, Take aff your hat now, Geordie.’ 28 Then out it speaks the lady hersell, Vow, but she was sorry! ‘Now all my life I’ll wear the black, Mourn for the death o Geordie.’ 29 Lord Huntly then he did speak out, O fair mot fa his body! ‘I there will fight doublet alane Or ony thing ails Geordie.’ 30 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.’