They search'd the country wide and braid,
The forests far and near,
And found him into Elmond's-wood,
Tearing his yellow hair.
"Win up, win up, now young Akin,
Win up, and boun wi' me;
Were messengers come from the court;
The king wants you to see."
"O lat him take frae me my head,
Or hang me on a tree;