V
‘Faire lady,’ he said, ‘take pity on me,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
And let me not in prison dee[452],
And you the faire flower of Northumberland.’—
VI
‘Faire sir, how should I take pity on thee?
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
Thou being a foe to our countrie,
And I the faire flower of Northumberland.’
VII
‘Faire lady, I am no foe,’ he said,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
‘Through thy sweet love here was I stay’d,
For thee, the faire flower of Northumberland.’—
VIII
‘Why shouldst thou come here for love of me,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
Having wife and children in thy countrie?
—And I the faire flower of Northumberland.’—
IX
‘I swear by the blessèd Trinitie,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
I have no wife nor children, I,
But I’ll make you my ladye in faire Scotland.