12
'It's ye maun till 't wi your touting horn,
And ye maun saw 't wi the pepper corn.
13
'And ye maun harrow 't wi a thorn,
And hae your wark done ere the morn.
14
'And ye maun shear it wi your knife,
And no lose a stack o 't for your life.
15
'And ye maun stack it in a mouse hole,
And ye maun thrash it in your shoe sole.
16
'And ye maun dight it in your loof,
And also sack it in your glove.
17
'And thou must bring it over the sea,
Fair and clean and dry to me.
18
'And when that ye have done your wark,
Come back to me, and ye'll get your sark.'
19
'I'll not quite my plaid for my life;
It haps my seven bairns and my wife.'
20
'My maidenhead I'll then keep still,
Let the elphin knight do what he will.'