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And when he came to good green wood
w' meikle dole and care,
It's there he ſaw brave Gill Morice,
kaiming his yellow hair.
Nae wonder, nae wonder, Gill Morice,
my Lady loo'd thee weel,
The-faireſt part of my body
is black or than thy heel;
Yet ne' ertheleſs, now Gill Morice,
for a' your great beauty,
Ye’s rue the day e’er ye was born,
that head ſhall gae with me.
Now he has drawn his truſty brand,
and ſlait it on the ſtrae.
And through Gill Morice fair body,
he's gar’d cauld iron gae:
And he has ta’en Gill Morice head,
and ſet it on a ſpeir,
The meaneſt man in a' his train,
has got that head to bear.
And he has ta’en Gill Morice up,
laid him acroſs his ſteed.
And brought him to his painted bow’r,
find laid him on a bed.
The Lady fat down on the wa’,
beheld both dale and down,
And there ſhe law Gill Morice head,
come trailing to the town.
