Francis James Child

“ O are na ye sorry now, ladye,
For to forsake the Earl o Hume,
And follow me, your footman-laddie?'
'How could I be sorry, Ritchie,
How could I be sorry, Ritchie?
Such a gudely man as you,
And the lot that lies afore me, Ritchie.'
As they rode up through Edinburgh toun,
Her gowd watch hang doun sae gaudie;
Monie a lord made her a bow,
But nane o them thoucht she was Ritchie's ladye.
Whan they cam to Ritchie's yetts,
Dear vow, but the music playd bonnie!
There were four-and-twenty gay ladies
To welcome hame Richard Storry's ladye. ”

“ To eave the lands o bonnie Cummernad,
To gang alang wi a footman-laddie!'
'How can I be sad, sister?
How can I be sad or sorry?
I have gotten my heart's delight;
And what can ye get mair?' says she. ”

“ An follow Richard Storry?'
'O what neads I be sad, sister,
An how can I be sorry?
A bonny lad is my delit,
And my lot has been laid afore me.'
As she went up the Parliament Close,
Wi her laced shoon so fine,
Many ane bad the lady good day,
But few thought o Richard's lady. ”