Francis James Child

“ He’s hired an old horse and feed an old man,
To carry her back to Northumberland.
O when she came her father before,
A may’s love whiles is easy won
She fell down on her knees so low
For she was the fair flower of Northumberland.
‘O daughter, O daughter, why was ye so bold,
Or why was your love so easy won,
To be a Scottish whore in your fifteen year old?
And you the fair flower of Northumberland!’
Her mother she gently on her did smile,
O that her love was so easy won!
‘She is not the first that the Scotts have beguild,
But she’s still the fair flower of Northumberland. ”

“ For I am a great lord in fair Scotland.’
She’s done her to her father’s bed-stock,
Refrain:
A may’s love whiles is easy won
She’s stolen the keys o many braw lock,
Refrain:
And she’s loosd him out o the prison strong. ”