And bids you come to her sickening, her ‘weary’ lake-wake:
She gives command to her brother William, Ralph, and John;
To her sister Betty fair, and to her white [as] bone,
She bids her keep her maidenhead, besure make much on’t,
For if e’er she come in man’s bed the same gate wou’d she gang.
She kickt the table with her foot, she kickt it with her knee,
The silver plate into the fire so far she made it flee:
Then she call’d her waiting-maid to bring her riding-hood,
So did she on her stable-groom to bring her ‘stead so good:’
Go saddle to me the black, go saddle to me the brown,