& roundlie he rode away.
7.
He had not ridden past a mile,
A mile out of the towne,
Her father was readye with her 7 brether,
He said, ‘Sett thou my daughter downe!
For it ill beseemes thee, thou false churles sonne,
To carry her forth of this towne!’
8.
‘But lowd thou lyest, Sir Iohn the Knight,