Then out and spake her father dear,
As he sat down to dine,
‘Gae, page, and tell Lady Margaret to come
And fill for me the wine.
‘Gae, page, and tell Lady Margaret to come
And glad her father’s ee;
The wine that is poured by her fair, fair hand
Is sweetest aye to me.’
Then out and spake the fat earth-worm,
That wons beneath the stane;