2^4. To pray. 3^1. into. 3^3. And ilka ane. _After 3:_ Up bespak a Norlan lord, I wat he spak na bonnie; ‘If ye’ll stay here a little while, Ye’ll see Geordie hangit shortly.’ 4^1. Then up bespak. 4^{3,4}. If ye’ll pay doun five hundred crowns, Ye ‘se get your true-love Geordie. _After 4:_ Some lent her guineas, some lent her crowns, Some lent her shillings monie, And she’s paid doun five hundred crowns, And she’s gotten her bonnie love Geordie. 5^1. hie steed. 5^2. ahint. _Burden, first line_: My Geordie O, my Geordie O. #F.# “Sung to a tune something similar to ‘My Nannie O.’” 10^3. 10000. 12^3. 5000. #G.# 8^3, 9^3. 500. 10^3. breeks _is a corruption, for_ bouks, _#A# 14^3._ #I. a.# 10^3. crowns like duke o Downs: _cf._ #b# 21^3, #G# 31^3. 12^4. gars your. #b.# 1^1. I was courted a wife in the bonny woods of Fife. 1^2. and flowers. 1^3. And pleasures I’ve had never nane. 1^4. I’ve had mony. 2^1. was lady of bonny Pitfauns. 2^2. Then. 2^3. is Lady. 2^4. I’m even. 3^1. He never owns me. 3^2. Nor loves me. 3^3. But every day. 3^4. rides to Pilbagnet’s. 4^1. Pilbagnet he’s. 4^2. has lien wi. 4^3. And he’s put him in prison strang. 4^4. _Wanting._ 5^3. That will rin on to Ythan side. 5^4. Wi letters. 6. Now here am I, a bonny boy, Will rin your errand shortly, That will rin on to Ythan side Wi letters to your ladye. 7^1. But when she looked the letter on. 7^3. But ere: to an. 7^4. tears fell. 8^1. Ye’ll saddle: said. 8^2. Tho the brown should ride never so bonny. 8^3. I’ll go on to. 8^4. To see how they’re using my. 9. As she rode down by the pier of Leith, The poor met her never so mony, And she dealt the red gold right liberally, And bade them pray well for her Geordie. 10. As she rode down by Edinbro town, The poor met her never so mony, And she dealt the red gold right liberallie, And bade them pray weel for her Geordie. _After 10:_ The king looked ower his castle-wa, And he spak seen and shortly; ‘Now who is this,’ said our liege the king, ‘Deals the red gold sae largely?’ Then up bespak a bonny boy, Was richt nigh to her Geordie; ‘I’ll wager my life and a’ my lan That it is Gicht’s own ladye.’ 11^1. Then she went down the toolbooth-stair. 11^2. all the nobles so. 11^3. And every one had his hat on. 12–20. _Wanting._