VIII
‘O sister, sister, reach your hand!
And ye sall be heir o’ half my land:
IX
‘O sister, reach me but your glove!
And sweet William sall be your love.’—
X
‘Foul fa’ the hand that I should take;
It twin’d[204] me o’ my warldis make[205].
XI
‘Your cherry cheeks and your yellow hair
Gar’d me gang maiden evermair.’
XII
Sometimes she sank, sometimes she swam,
Until she cam to the miller’s dam.