62 'Wae but worth you, Billy-Blin,
An ill death may ye die!
My bed-fellow he'd been for seven years
Or he'd kend sae muckle frae me.'
63 'Fair fa ye, ye Billy-Blin,
And well may ye aye be!
In my stable is the ninth horse I've killd,
Seeking this fair ladie:
Now we're married, and now we're bedded,
And in each other's arms shall lie.'
G
Gibb MS., No 1. From recitation; traced to Mrs E. Lindsay, about 1800.
1 Jo Janet has to the greenwood gane,
Wi a' her maidens free,
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2 'Some ca me Jack, some ca me John,
Some ca me Jing-ga-lee,
But when I am in the queen's court
Earl Hitchcock they ca me.'
3 'Hitchcock, Hitchcock,' Jo Janet she said,
An spelled it ower agane,
'Hitchcock it's a Latin word;
Earl Richard is your name.'
4 But when he saw she was book-learned,
Fast to his horse hied he;
But she kilted up her gay claithing,
An fast, fast followed she.