[49. Jellon Grame]
I
O Jellon Grame sat in Silverwood,
He sharp’d his broadsword lang;
And he has call’d his little foot-page
An errand for to gang.
II
‘Win up, my bonny boy,’ he says,
‘As quickly as ye may;
For ye maun gang for Lillie Flower
Before the break of day.’—
III
The boy has buckled his belt about,
And through the green-wood ran;
And he came to the ladye’s bower
Before the day did dawn.
IV
‘O sleep ye, wake ye, Lillie Flower?
The red sun’s on the rain;
Ye’re bidden come to Silverwood,
But I doubt ye’ll never win hame.’