Said, Saddle both sure and swiftly,
And I’l away to the Bogs o the Gay,
And speak wi the Marquis o Huntly.
7
She has called on her little foot-page,
Said, See if he’ll take me with him;
And he shall hae nae mair cumber o me
But mysell and my servant-woman.
8
‘O London streets they are too strait,