Then out it speaks Lord Montague,
Wae be to his body!
"I wisht that Gight wanted the head;
I might enjoy'd his lady." 130
Out it speaks the lady hersell,
"Ye need ne'er wish my body;
O ill befa' your wizzen'd snout!
Wou'd ye compare wi' Geordie?"
When she was in her saddle set, 135
Riding the leys sae bonny,
The fiddle and fleet play'd ne'er sae sweet,
As she behind her Geordie.
"O Geordie, Geordie, I love you well,
Nae jealousie cou'd move me; 140
The birds in air, that fly in pairs,
Can witness how I love you.
"Ye'll call for one, the best o' clerks,
Ye'll call him soon and shortly;
As he may write what I indite, 145
A' this I've done for Geordie."
He turn'd him right and round about,
And high, high looked Geordie;
"A finger o' Bignet's lady's hand
Is worth a' your fair body." 150
"My lands may a' be masterless,
My babes may want their mother;
But I've made a vow, will keep it true,
I'll be bound to no other."
These words they caus'd a great dispute, 155
And proud and fierce grew Geordie;
A sharp dagger he pulled out,
And pierc'd the heart o's lady.
The lady's dead, and Gight he's fled,
And left his lands behind him; 160
Altho' they searched south and north,
There were nane there cou'd find him.
Now a' that liv'd into Black Riggs,
And likewise in Kincraigie,
For seven years were clad in black, 165
To mourn for Gight's own lady.