The sheets was cauld, she was away;
And fast to her goodwife can say[1048],
“She’s aff with the gaberlunzieman.”
“O fy gar ride[1049], and fy gar rin,
And haste ze, find these traiters agen!
For shee’s be burnt, and hee’s be slein,
The wearifou[1050] gaberlunzieman!”
Some rade upo’ horse, some ran a-fit[1051];
The wife was wood[1052], and out o’ her wit;
She could na gang, not yet could she sit