And tane three co’erlets off his wife’s bed.
8.
Then on the morn, when the day grew light,
The shouts and crys rose loud and high;
‘Hold thy tongue, my wife,’ he says,
‘And of thy crying let me bee.
9.
‘Hald thy tongue, my wife,’ he says,
‘And of thy crying let me bee,
And ay that where thou wants a kow,