That such a fine lady should die for your sake.
9
‘Go saddle my black horse, go saddle him soon,
Till I go to Bethelnie, to see Lady Jean.’
10
When he got to Bethelnie, there was naebody there
But was weeping an wailing an tearing their hair.
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11
‘Turn round, Jeanie Gordon, turn round to this side;