"Ye'll saddle to me the grey, the grey, 45
The brown rade ne'er so smartly;
And I'll awa' to Edinbro' town,
Borrow the life o' Geordie."
When she came near to Edinbro' town,
I wyte she didna tarry; 50
But she has mounted her grey steed,
And ridden the queen's berry.
When she came to the boat of Leith,
I wat she didna tarry;
She gae the boatman a guinea o' gowd, 55
To boat her ower the ferry.
When she came to the pier o' Leith,
The poor they were sae many;
She dealt the gowd right liberallie,
And bade them pray for Geordie. 60
When she gaed up the tolbooth stair,
The nobles there were many:
And ilka ane stood hat on head,
But hat in hand stood Geordie.
She gae a blink out ower them a', 65
And three blinks to her Geordie;
But when she saw his een fast bound,
A swoon fell in this lady.
"Whom has he robb'd? What has he stole?
Or has he killed ony? 70
Or what's the crime that he has done,
His foes they are sae mony?"
"He hasna brunt, he hasna slain,
He hasna robbed ony;
But he has done another crime, 75
For which he will pay dearly."
Then out it speaks Lord Montague,
(O wae be to his body!)
"The day we hang'd young Charles Hay,
The morn we'll head your Geordie." 80
Then out it speaks the king himsell,
Vow, but he spake bonny!
"Come here, young Gight, confess your sins,
Let's hear if they be mony.