He set a chair down by her side, and gently sat her by,
Says, Will ye go to Conland, this winter-time to lye?
2
He’s taen a glass into his hand, inviting her to drink,
But little knew she his meaning, or what the rogue did think;
Nor what the rogue did think, to steal the maid away;
‘Will ye go to Conland, this winter-time to lye?’
3
When they had taen a glass or two, and all were making merry,
In came Geordy Lesly, and forth he did her carry;