Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 7 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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gight's lady.
The night was fair, the moon was clear,
And he rode by Bevany, And stopped at the yates o' Gight,                      as
Where leaves were thick and mony.
The lady look'd o'er castle wa',
And dear but she was sorry I " Here comes a page frae Edinbro' town;
A' is nae well wi' Geordie.                               *>
" 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."
" Ye'll saddle to me the grey, the grey,               44
The brown rade ne'er so smartly; And I'll awa' to Edinbro' town,
Borrow the life o' Geordie."
When she came near to Edinbro' town,
I wyte she didna tarry ;                                   «c
But she has mounted her grey steed, And ridden the queen's berry.
When she came to the boat of Leith,
I wat she didna tarry ; , She gae the boatman a guinea o' gowd,              55
To boat her ower the ferry.
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.'                  eo