Without any cut or heme,’ quoth he.
‘Thou must shape it knife-and-sheerless
And also sue it needle-threadless.’”
She replies:—
“I have an aiker of good ley-land
Which lyeth low by yon sea-strand.
For thou must car it with thy horn,
So thou must sow it with thy corn,
And bigg a cart of stone and lyme.
Robin Redbreast he must trail it hame,