The queen she calld 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 een;
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,