8
They rode till they came to a moss,
He bade her light aff her father's best horse,
And return her again to Northumberland.
9
'I'm sure I have no need of thee,
When I have a wife and bairns three,
That lives at home in fair Scotland.'
10
'I'll be cook in your kitchen,
And serve your lady handsomelie,
For I darena gae back to Northumberland.'
11
'Ye cannot be cook in my kitchen,
My lady cannot fa sic servants as thee,
So ye'll return again to Northumberland.'
12
When she went thro her father's ha,
She looted her low amongst them a',
She was the fair flower o Northumberland.
13
Out spake her father, he spake bold,
'How could ye be a whore in fifteen years old,
And you the flower of Northumberland?'
14
Out spake her mother, she spake wi a smile,
'She's nae the first his coat did beguile,
Ye're welcome again to Northumberland.'
D.
Motherwell's MS., p. 102.
1
She's gane down to her father's stable,
O my dear, and my love that she wan
She's taen out a black steed baith sturdy and able,
And she's away to fair Scotland.