Yet boldly did he take his death,
So patiently dyde Georgie.
Heigh-ho, &c.
As Georgie went up to the gate,
He tooke his leave of many:
He tooke his leave of his laird’s wife,
Whom he lov’d best of any.
Heigh-ho, &c.
With thousand sighs and heavy looks,
Away from thence he parted,