'Take me out, take me out!' then cried May Margaret.
Hynde Etin heard the maiden's call and he came and took her out of the cave. Deep into the greenwood he carried her, where his own home had been built, and there he made May Margaret, the earl's daughter, his wife.
For twelve long years Margaret lived in the greenwood. And Hynde Etin was kind to her and she grew to love him well.
Seven little sons had Margaret, and happy and gay was their life in their woodland home. Yet oft did Margaret grieve that her little wee sons had never been taken to holy church. She wished that the priest might christen them there.
Now one day Hynde Etin slung his bow across his shoulder, placed a sheath of arrows in his belt, and was up and away to the hunt. With him he took his eldest wee son.
Under the gay greenwood they paced, Hynde Etin and his eldest son, and the thrush sang to them his morning song. Upward over the hills they climbed, and they heard the chimes of church bells clear.
Then the little wee son said to his father, 'An ye would not be angry with me, father, there is somewhat I would ask.'
'Ask what ye will, my bonny wee boy,' said Hynde Etin, 'for never will I be cross with you.'
'My mother ofttimes weeps, father. Why is it that she sobs so bitterly?'
'Your mother weeps, my little wee son, for sore she longs to see her own kin. Twelve long years is it and more since last she saw them, or heard the church bells ring.