’Tis I, the lovely maid replies:
Behind young James I’ve hasted here,
As order’d by my parents dear.
Which made the hair stand on his head,
He knowing that the man was dead.
Next in the stable then could he
No living shape of mankind see;
But found his horse all in a sweat,
Which put him in a grievous fret.
According to the remainder of this old ballad, (which we have been unable to collect) the daughter sickens, takes to her bed, and dies, and is buried in the same grave; and, on opening his coffin, accordingly as the maid had said, her handkerchief was found tied round his head.