XIII
Out then cam the miller’s son,
And saw the fair maid soummin’[206] in.
XIV
‘O father, father, draw your dam!
There’s either a mermaid or a milk-white swan.’
XV
The miller hasted and drew his dam,
And there he found a drown’d woman.
XVI
You couldna see her middle sma’,
Her gowden girdle was sae braw.
XVII
You couldna see her lily feet,
Her gowden fringes were sae deep.