And a little o yere bread and wine,
And not to forget the lady’s love
That freed ye out o prison strong.’
34
‘I’ll lay my life,’ cried Earl Bichet,
‘It’s my true love come oer the sea!’
Then up and spake the bride’s mother,
‘It’s a bonny time to speak wi thee!’
35
‘O your doughter came here on a horse’s back,