XIII
She’s led him down to her father’s stable,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
And she’s stolen two steeds both wight[453] and able,
To carry them on to faire Scotland.
She’s led him down to her father’s stable,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
And she’s stolen two steeds both wight[453] and able,
To carry them on to faire Scotland.