To say, "Ellen, will you ride?"

But all this day Child Waters rode,

She ran barefoot through the broom,

Yet he was never so courteous a knight,

As to say, "put on your shoon."

"Ride softly," she said, "Child Waters

Why do you ride so fast?

The child, which is no man's but yours,

My body it will burst."

He says, "sees thou yonder water, Ellen,