He claspit her by the middle sma',
And he kist her lips sae rosy;
"The fairest flower o' woman-kind,
Is my sweet, bonnie lady!" 60
[20]. Cunningham here inserts a stanza "from the recitation of Mrs. Cunningham," which is not in the other printed copies:
And soon she came to the water broad,
Nor boat nor barge was ready;
She turned her horse's head to the flood,
And swam through at Queensferry.
[GEORDIE.]
Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 192.
There was a battle in the North,
And rebels there were monie;
And monie ane got broken heads,
And taken was my Geordie.
My Geordie O, my Geordie O, 5
O the love I bear to Geordie;
For the very grund I walk upon,
Bears witness I loe Geordie.
As she gaed up the tolbooth stair,
The cripples there stood monie; 10
And she dealt the red gowd them among,
To pray for her love Geordie.