But the more he wiped, the redder it grew.
14.
The youngest o’ them she’s to the wood gane,
To seek her two sisters, and to bring them hame.
15.
There she met with an outlyer bold,
Lies many long nights in the woods so cold.
16.
‘Istow a maid, or istow a wife?
Wiltow twinn with thy maidenhead, or thy sweet life?’