Wringing her hands, tearing her hair,
His lady she was seen,
And thus addressed his servant Gordon,85
Where he stood on the green.
"O wae be to you, George Gordon,
An ill death may you die!
So safe and sound as you stand there,
And my lord bereaved from me."90
"I bad him loup, I bad him come,
I bad him loup to me;
I'd catch him in my arms two,
A foot I should not flee. &c.
"He threw me the rings from his white fingers,95
Which were so long and small,
To give to you, his lady fair,
Where you sat in your hall." &c.
Sophia Hay, Sophia Hay,
O bonny Sophia was her name,—100
Her waiting maid put on her cloaths,
But I wot she tore them off again.
And aft she cried, "Ohon! alas, alas!
A sair heart's ill to win;
I wan a sair heart when I married him,105
And the day it's well return'd again."
THE BONNIE HOUSE O' AIRLY.
Finlay's Scottish Ballads, ii. 31.