X
‘I swear by Him that was crown’d with thorn,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
That I never had wife since the day I was born,
But I live a free lord in faire Scotland.’—
XI
She stole from her father’s pillow the key,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
And soon out of prison she’s set him free
To wend with her into faire Scotland.
XII
Likewise much gold she got by sleight,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
And all to help this forlorne knight
To wend from her father to faire Scotland.
XIII
She’s led him down to her father’s stable,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
And she’s stolen two steeds both wight[453] and able,
To carry them on to faire Scotland.
XIV
They rode till they came to a water clear,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
‘Good Sir, how should I follow you here,
And I the faire flower of Northumberland?