One spak slow, and another whisperd out,
‘She’s awa wi Gipsey Davy!’
9
‘Come saddle to me my horse,’ he said,
‘Come saddle and mak him readie!
For I’ll neither sleep, eat, nor drink
Till I find out my lady.’
10
They socht her up, they socht her doun,
They socht her thro nations many,