He's ta'en out the goodliest,

Rain that rains in the mill-water;

A comb of yellow shell for all the rest,

A comb of gold for the king's daughter.

He's made her bed to the goodliest,

Wind and hail in the mill-water;

A grass girdle for all the rest,

A girdle of arms for the king's daughter.

He's set his heart to the goodliest,

Snow that snows in the mill-water;