12.

But all this day Child Waters rode,

She ran barffoote thorow the broome!

Yett he was neuer soe curteous a knight

As to say, ‘Put on your shoone.’

13.

‘Ride softlye,’ shee said, ‘Child Watters:

Why do you ryde soe ffast?

The child, which is no mans but yours,

My bodye itt will burst.’