Thus to his wife the father said,
A double feed I’ll give my mare,
All other things do thou prepare.
Lay out thy hood and safeguard too,
Ere light for Stokesley I will go;
Before thou seest the morrow night,
Thou’lt surely see thy daughter bright;
And now no fear, he’s dead and gone,
A happy bride we’ll make her soon.
It was now that dread midnight hour,