"O keep ye well frae Jellyflorice;
My ain dear son is he;
When other ladies get a gift,
O' that ye shall get three."60
It wasna tald into the bower,
Till it went thro' the ha',
That Jellyflorice and Blancheflour
Were grown ower great witha'.
When the queen's maids their visits paid,65
Upo' the gude Yule day,
When other ladies got horse to ride,
She boud take foot and gae.
The queen she call'd her stable groom,
To come to her right seen;70
Says, "Ye'll take out yon wild waith steed,
And bring him to the green.
"Ye'll take the bridle frae his head,
The lighters frae his e'en;
Ere she ride three times roun' the cross,75
Her weel days will be dune."
Jellyflorice his true love spy'd,
As she rade roun' the cross;
And thrice he kiss'd her lovely lips,
And took her frae her horse.80
"Gang to your bower, my lily flower,
For a' my mother's spite;
There's nae other amang her maids,
In whom I take delight.
"Ye are my jewel, and only ane,85
Nane's do you injury;
For ere this-day-month come and gang,
My wedded wife ye'se be."