Part II

It wasna tald into the bower
Till it went thro the ha,
That Jellyflorice and Blancheflour
Were grown ower great witha.

When the queen’s maids their visits paid,
Upo the gude Yule-day,
When other ladies got horse to ride,
She boud take foot and gae.

The queen she calld her stable-groom,
To come to her right seen;
Says, “Ye’ll take out yon wild waith steed
And bring him to the green.

“Ye’ll take the bridle frae his head,
The lighters frae his een;
Ere she ride three times roun the cross,
Her weel-days will be dune.”

Jellyflorice his true-love spy’d
As she rade roun the cross,
And thrice he kissd her lovely lips,
And took her frae her horse.

“Gang to your bower, my lily-flower,
For a’ my mother’s spite;
There’s nae other amang her maids,
In whom I take delight.

“Ye are my jewel, and only are,
Nane’s do you injury;
For ere this-day-month come and gang
My wedded wife ye’se be.”