I am sorry for the doing o itt! are ye the pore boddie?’
21
She tuke the meall-poks by the strings an thrue them our the waa:
‘Doll gaa we meall-poks, madinhead an a’!’
22
She tuke him to her press, gave him a glass of wine;
He tuke her in his arms, says, Honey, ye’ss be mine.
23
He tuke a horn fra his side an he blue loud an shill,
An four-an-tuenty belted knights came att the beager’s will.