To take me for your bride,"
"O God forbid," says King Henry,
'"That ever the like betide;
That ever the fiend that wons in hell,
Should streak down by my side."
When day was come, and night was gane,
And the sun shone thro' the ha,
The fairest lady that ever was seen
Lay atween him and the wa'.
"O weel is me!" says King Henry;