Oh, in sevin long years I'll make a wow,
I'll make a wow, and I'll keep it strong.
Now sevin long years is gone and past,
And fourteen days vell known to me.
Avay and avay vent this proud young porter,
Avay and avay and avay vent he.
Until he came to Lord Bateman's chamber,
Vere he vent down on his bended knee.
Vot news! vot news! my proud young porter?
And broke his sword in splinters three.