Come tripping down the dale.
The Child of Elle he hied him thence
Y-wis he stood not still,
And soon he met Fair Emmeline’s page
Come climbing up the hill.
“Now Christ thee save, thou little foot-page!
Now Christ thee save and see!
Oh! tell me how does thy Lady gay,
And what may thy tidings be?”
“My Lady, she is all woe-begone,