A ring of precious stone,
And bid her come to the silver wood,
Let[104] for no kind of man."
8. One while this little boy he yode[105],
Another while he ran,
Until he came to John Steward's hall,
I-wis[106] he never blan[107].
9. And of nurture the child had good,
He ran up hall and bower free,
And when he came to this ladye faire,