For to forsake the Earl o Hume,
And follow me, your footman-laddie?’
12
‘How could I be sorry, Ritchie,
How could I be sorry, Ritchie?
Such a gudely man as you,
And the lot that lies afore me, Ritchie.’
13
As they rode up through Edinburgh toun,
Her gowd watch hang doun sae gaudie;