III

The eldest she was vexèd sair,
And sair envìed her sister fair.

IV

Upon a morning fair and clear,
She cried upon her sister dear:

V

‘O sister, sister, tak my hand,
And we’ll see our father’s ships to land.’

VI

She’s ta’en her by the lily hand,
And led her down to the river-strand.

VII

The youngest stood upon a stane,
The eldest cam and push’d her in.