‘O bid him to send me a slice of bread
And a bottle of the very best wine,
And not forgetting the fair young lady
As did release him when close confine.’
XIV
O away and away went this proud young porter,
O away and away and away went he,
Until he come to Lord Bateman’s chamber,
When he went down on his bended knee.
XV
‘What news, what news, my proud young porter?
What news, what news? Come tell to me.’—
‘O there is the fairest young lady
As ever my two eyes did see.
XVI
‘She has got rings on every finger,
And on one finger she has got three;
With as much gay gold about her middle
As would buy half Northumberlee.
XVII
‘O she bids you to send her a slice of bread,
And a bottle of the very best wine,
And not forgetting the fair young lady
As did release you when close confine.’