"Then harp and carp alang wi me;
But it will be seven years and a day
Till ye win back to yere ain countrie."
She turned about her milk-white steed,
And took True Thomas up behind,
And aye wheneer her bridle rang,
The steed flew swifter than the wind.
For forty days and forty nights
He wade thro red blude to the knee,
And he saw neither sun nor moon,