A head comes up with eares of corne, and she combes them in her lap.
Faire maiden, white and red, 735
Combe me smoothe, and stroke my head,
And thou shall have some cockell bread.
Gently dippe, but not too deepe,
For feare thou make the goulden beard to weep.
Faire maide, white and redde, 740
Combe me smooth, and stroke my head;
And every haire a sheave shall be,
And every sheave a goulden tree.