The queen she call'd her stable groom,
To come to her right seen;
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,
Her weel days will be dune."
Jellyflorice his true love spy'd,
As she rade roun' the cross,