31 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, ‘Put on your hat, my Geordie.’ 32 Then out it speaks Lord Montague, Wae be to his body! ‘I wisht that Gight wanted the head; I might enjoyd his lady.’ 33 Out it speaks the lady hersell, ‘Ye need neer wish my body; O ill befa your wizzend snout! Woud ye compare wi Geordie?’ 34 When she was in her saddle set, Riding the leys sae bonny, The fiddle and fleet playd neer sae sweet As she behind her Geordie. 35 ‘O Geordie, Geordie, I love you well, Nae jealousie coud move me; The birds in air, that fly in pairs, Can witness how I love you. 36 ‘Ye’ll call for one, the best o clerks, Ye’ll call him soon and shortly, As he may write what I indite, A’ this I’ve done for Geordie.’ 37 He turned him right and round about, And high, high looked Geordie: ‘A finger o Bignet’s lady’s hand Is worth a’ your fair body.’ 38 ‘My lands may a’ be masterless, My babes may want their mother; But I’ve made a vow, will keep it true, I’ll be bound to no other.’ 39 These words they causd a great dispute, And proud and fierce grew Geordie; A sharp dagger he pulled out, And pierced the heart o ‘s lady. 40 The lady’s dead, and Gight he’s fled, And left his lands behind him; Altho they searched south and north, There were nane there coud find him. 41 Now a’ that lived into Black Riggs, And likewise in Kincraigie, For seven years were clad in black, To mourn for Gight’s own lady. * * * * * K Motherwell’s MS., p. 370, as sung by Agnes Lyle’s father. 1 ‘I have eleven babes into the north, And the twelfth is in my body, O And the youngest o them’s in the nurse’s arms, He neer yet saw his daddy.’ O 2 Some gied her ducks, some gied her drakes, And some gied her crowns monie, And she’s paid him down five thousand pound, And she’s gotten hame her Geordie. * * * * * L Cunningham’s Songs of Scotland, II, 186, 188; “from the recitation of Mrs Cunningham.” 1 And soon she came to the water broad, Nor boat nor barge was ready; She turned her horse’s head to the flood, And swam through at Queensferry. 2 But when she to the presence came, ‘Mang earls high and lordlie, There hat on head sat every man, While hat in hand stood Geordie. * * * * * M Motherwell’s Note-Book, pp. 2, 1; from Miss Brown, sister of Dr James Brown, of Glasgow.