She hadna ridden half thro’ the town,
Until her heart’s blude stain’d her gown.
XVIII
‘Ride saftly up,’ said the best young man;
‘I think our bride come hooly[432] on.’
XIX
‘Ride up, ride up,’ said the second man;
‘I think our bride looks pale and wan.’
XX
Up then comes the gay bridegroom,
And straight unto the bride he came.
XXI
‘Does your side-saddle sit awry?
Or does your steed [go heavily]?’—