25 When they came to Bamburg castle
They tirled at the ring;
'Who 's that,' said the proud porter,
'That woud so fain be in?'
26 ''T is the king's son and Child of Wynd,
Who have long been oer the sea;
We come to see our sister dear,
The peirless Margery.'
27 'Heigh a ween, and Oh a ween!
A ween, a woe-ses me!
She 's a laidler worm at Spindlestone Heughs,
These seven years and three.'
28 They highed them stright to Spindleston Heughs—
Grief added to their speed—
Where out she came a laidler worm,
And strack their hearts with dread.
29 The Child drew out his berry-brown sword,
And waved it oer her head,
And cried, If thou. .
. . . . . . .
30 'O quit thy sword, and bend thy bow,
And give me kisses three;
For if I am not wonne eer the sun goes down,
Wonne will I never be.'
31 He quit his sword, he bent his bow,
He gave her kisses three;
She threw out her fireballs,
And fiercely made them flee.
32 In she went, and out she came,
A laidley ask was she:
'Oh, tho I am a laidley ask,
No harm I'll do to thee.
33 'Oh quit thy sword, and bend thy bow,
And give me kisses three;
For if I am not wonne eer the sun goes down,
Wonne will I never be.'
34 He quit his sword, he bent his bow,
And gave her kisses three;
But she threw out her fireballs,
And fiercely made them flee.