14
'Ride up, ride up,' says the foremost man,
'I think our bride looks pale an wan.'
15
'Ride up, ride up,' says the middle man,
'I see her heart's blude trinkling down.'
16
'Ride on, ride,' says the Fairy King,
'She will be dead lang ere we win hame.'
17
'O I wish I was at yonder cross,
Where my brother John put me on my horse.
18
'I wish I was at yonder thorn,
I wad curse the day that ere I was born.
19
'I wish I was at yon green hill,
Then I wad sit and bleed my fill.'
20
'What will you leave your father then? '
'The milk-white steed that I ride on.'
21
'What will you leave your mother then?'
'My silver Bible and my golden fan.'
22
'What will ye leave your sister Ann?'
'My good lord, to be married on.'
23
'What will ye leave your sister Pegg?'
'The world wide to go and beg.'