And tied the same his head about:
And as she bound it round his head,
My dear, says she, you’re cold as lead;
She saw no shadow of her dear,
But only of herself and mare.
He sets her at her father’s door,
And says, your mare has travelled sore;
So go you in, and as I’m able,
I’ll feed and tend her in your stable.
O who is there? the father cries,