For some of our geir[1040] will be gane.”
Some ran to coffer and some to kist[1041],
But nought was stown[1042] that could be mist.
She danced her lane[1043], cry’d “Praise be blest!
I have lodg’d a leal[1044] poor man.”
“Since naithing’s awa, as we can learn,
The kirn’s to kirn[1045] and milk to earn;
Gae butt[1046] the house, lass, and waken my bairn,
And bid her come quickly ben[1047].”
The servant gaed where the dochter lay—