He kissed her, and swore she had a million of charms.
Said he, "Charming creature, I pray pardon me,
Who has often contrived the ruin of thee.
"'Tis in vain to alter what fate has decreed,
For I find thou wast born my dear bride to be."
Then married they were, as I do hear say,
And now she's a lady both gallant and gay.
Then quickly unto her parents did haste,
Where the knight told the story of all that was past;