XV
‘The water is rough and wonderful steepe,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
And on my saddle I shall not keepe,
And I the faire flower of Northumberland.’—
XVI
‘Fear not the ford, faire lady,’ quoth he,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
‘For long I cannot stay for thee,
And thou the faire flower of Northumberland.’
XVII
From top to toe all wet was she:
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
‘This have I done for love of thee,
And I the faire flower of Northumberland.’
XVIII
They rode till they came to a Scottish moss,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
He bade her light off from her father’s horse,
Says, ‘Go, get you back to Northumberland.
XIX
‘For I have a wife and children five,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
In Edenborrow they be alive,
So get thee home to Northumberland.’—