Way home, but that the men who had just come
Spurr'd past her, and alighted when they met her,
While she with her surprise was almost dumb;
But soon spoke she, and bade them both disclose
Their names--to which one said, "I'm Richard Groze."

The next spoke not at first, but soon replied,
"Pray wherefore are you so surprised, my dear?
And wherefore, likewise, have you not complied
With my request, which I have sent in near
Some good score letters? which you did deride,
When they were forwarded by this man here."
He pointed then to Groze, and then he sighed,
"My dear, dear Jeannie, will you be my bride?"

The which words when our Jeannie heard, she stared,
And said, "What do you mean, John Fitzadree?
You talk of letters, but of them the laird
Has never brought a single one to me;
But when I've seen him I have never cared
How soon he went, for he told me that ye
Were either dead or faithless--so he said
I'd better wed the live, than mourn the dead.

"And then he promis'd I should have six horses,
Besides a coach, if I would be his bride;
But I refus'd--and he swore all his crosses
Should soon be o'er, and something else beside
And that's the reason why I thought ye corses,
When o'er the green this way I saw ye ride.