O he’s shot up, an’ he’s shot down,
The bird upo’ the thorn,
And sent it hame to his lady,
And hee’d be hame the morn.
9.
9.2 ‘forbye,’ apart.
Whan he came till his lady’s bow’r-door
He stood a little forbye,
And there he heard a fu’ fa’se knight
Temptin’ his gay lady.