III
They gave to her the nutmeg,
And they gave to her the ginger;
But she gave to them a far better thing,
The seven gold rings off her fingers.
IV
And when the Earl he did come home,
Enquiring for his ladie,
One of the servants made this reply,
‘She’s awa’ with the gypsie laddie.’
V
‘Come saddle for me the brown,’ he said,
‘For the black was ne’er so speedy,
And I will travel night and day
Till I find out my wanton ladie.’
VI
‘Will you come home, my dear?’ he said,
‘Oh will you come home, my honey?
And by the point of my broad sword,
A hand I’ll ne’er lay on you.’...
VII
‘Yestreen I rade this water deep,
And my own gude lord beside me;
But this night I maun wet my little pretty feet
With a wheen blackguards to wade me.