2
He blaws it east, he blaws it west,
He blaws it where he liketh best.
3
'I wish that horn were in my kist,
Yea, and the knight in my arms niest.'
4
She had no sooner these words said,
Than the knight came to her bed.
5
'Thou art oer young a maid,' quoth he,
'Married with me that thou wouldst be.'
6
'I have a sister, younger than I,
And she was married yesterday.'
7
'Married with me if thou wouldst be,
A curtisie thou must do to me.
8
'It's ye maun mak a sark to me,
Without any cut or seam,' quoth he.
9
'And ye maun shape it, knife-, sheerless,
And also sew it needle-, threedless.'
10
'If that piece of courtisie I do to thee,
Another thou must do to me.
11
'I have an aiker of good ley land,
Which lyeth low by yon sea strand.