Then deadly pale, in wedding veil,
She takes to her the bride.
The wheels go round, etc.
"Now, pray step in," my Lady saith,
"There's room I wot for you."
She waved her hand, the coach did stand,
The Squire within she drew.
The wheels go round, etc.
"Now, pray step in," my Lady saith,
"Why shouldst thou trudge afoot?"