21. Then she went down the toolbooth-stair, Among all the nobles so many; Some gave her guineas, some gave her crowns, Some gave her dukedoons many, And she has paid down the jailor’s fee, And now she enjoys her Geordie. 22–26. _Wanting._ 27. ‘O bonnie George, I love you weel! O dear George, as I love you! The sun and the moon, go together roun and roun, Bear witness, dear George, how I love you!’ 28. ‘O bonnie Anne, I love you weel! Oh dear Anne, how I love you! The birds of the air, fly together pair and pair, Bear witness, dear Anne, how I love you!’ #J.# 13^4. the queen’s berry. 26^2. crimes. _I suppose_ crimes is _to be meant_. #K.# “Of the preceding ballad [#F#], Agnes Lile says she has heard her father sing a different set, all of which she forgets except this, that there was nothing said of ‘a bold bluidy wretch,’ and in place of what is given to him in this version [#F# 10, 11], there were the two following stanzas.” _Motherwell’s MS., p. 370 f._ 2^3. 5000. * * * * * APPENDIX “A lamentable new ditty, made upon the death of a worthy gentleman named George Stoole, dwelling sometime on Gate-side Moore, and sometime at New-Castle in Northumberland: with his penitent end. To a delicate Scottish tune.” Roxburghe Collection, I, 186, 187. Roxburghe Ballads, ed. W. Chappell, I, 576. Previously printed by [Ritson], Northumberland Garland, Newcastle, 1793, p. 33 (p. 43 of Haslewood’s reprint, London, 1809), and in Bell’s Rhymes of Northern Bards, p. 162. 1 Come, you lusty northerne lads, That are so blith and bonny, Prepare your hearts to be full sad, To hear the end of Georgey. Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, my bon[n]y love, Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, my bonny! Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, my owne deare love, And God be with my Georgie! 2 When Georgie to his triall came, A thousand hearts were sorry; A thousand lasses wept full sore, And all for love of Georgy. 3 Some did say he would escape, Some at his fall did glory; But these were clownes and fickle friends, And none that lovëd Georgy. 4 Might friends have satisfide the law, Then Georgie would find many; Yet bravely did he plead for life, If mercy might be any. 5 But when this doughty carle was cast, He was full sad and sorry; Yet boldly did he take his death, So patiently dyde Georgie. 6 As Georgie went up to the gate, He tooke his leave of many; He tooke his leave of his lard’s wife, Whom he lovd best of any. 7 With thousand sighs and heavy lookes, Away from thence he parted Where he so often blith had beene, Though now so heavy-hearted.