‘Yield me yer life or your ladie fair,
An ye sall walk the green woods wi me.’
14
‘My wife, she is my warld’s meed,
My life, it lyes me very near;
But if ye be man o your manhood
I serve will while my days are near.’
15
He’s luppen off his milk-white steed,
He’s gien his lady him by the head: