They socht her up, they socht her doun,
They socht her thro’ nations many,
Till at length they found her out in Abbey dale,
Drinking wi’ Gipsey Davy.
11.
‘Rise, oh, rise! my bonny Jeanie Faw;
Oh, rise, and do not tarry!
Is this the thing ye promised to me
When at first I did thee marry?’
12.