Trusting it right and for her good,
Help’d her to mount, but made him swear,
He’d take her to her father dear.
Now when she got him up behind,
They travelled faster then the wind;
That in two hours, or little more,
They came unto her father’s door;
And as they did this great haste make,
He sore complain’d his head did ache;
Her handkerchief she then pull’d out,