And waukend the silly poor harper’s wife,
As she was a sleeping at her ease.
12
‘Rise up, rise up, ye servant-lass,
Let in the maister and the mear;’
‘By my sooth,’ quoth the servant-lass,
‘I think my maister be na here.’
13
Up then rose the servant-lass,
And lookit through a wee, wee hole;