It was young Sir Marstig that home from sea did fare;
She would not rise, his own dear wife, nor give him greeting there.
3
It was young Sir Marstig that entered in apace;
She would not rise, his own dear wife, nor look him in the face.
4
Still he stood, Sir Marstig, and thought right heavily:
“What ails her then, mine own dear wife, that hath no word for me?”
5
“When thou didst depart, my husband, I was a knightly dame;