XX
‘Have pity on me as I had it on thee!
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
A cook in your kitchen I will be,
Even I, the faire flower of Northumberland.
XXI
‘Or take me by the body so meek,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
And throw me in the water so deep,
For I darena go back to Northumberland.’
XXII
He turn’d him around and he thought of a plan,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
He bought an old horse and he hired an old man
To carry her back to Northumberland.
XXIII
When she came thro’ her father’s ha’,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
She louted[454] her low amongst them a’,
She was the faire flower of Northumberland.
XXIV
Down came her father, he saw her and smiled,
Follow, my love, come over the strand—
‘You arena the first the false Scots have beguiled,
And ye’re aye welcome back to Northumberland!’