A messenger true they brought him there,
And the young knight warned him thus with care:
Lay now that dress of thine aside,
And in beggar’s weeds thy service hide,
And take my ring, my ring of gold,
And wrap it safe in some secret fold,
But, once at my mother’s castle gate,
That ring will gain admittance straight.
And O! if she comes to ransom me,
Then high let the white flag hoisted be;