"I pray you now, good Child Waters,
That I may creep in at your bed's feet;
For there is no place about this house,
Where I may say a sleep."
This [night] and it drove on afterward,
Till it was near the day,
He said, "Rise up, my little foot-page,
And give my steed corn and hay;
And so do thou the good black oats,
That he may carry me the better away."