Ancient Scottish ballads, recovered from tradition, and never before ...

LADY MARGARET,
" The corn is turning ripe, Lord John,
The nuts are growing fu',
And ye are bound for your ain countrie,
Fain wad I go wi' you."
" Wi' me, Marg'ret, wi' me, Marg'ret,
What wad ye do wi' me?
I've mair need o ?
a pretty little boy,
To wait upon my steed."
" It's I will be your pretty little boy
To wait upon your steed;
And ilka town that we come to,
A pack of hounds I'll lead."