XI
Sayes, ‘O put off thy petticoate,
For some and all shall goe with mee;
Unto my owne ladye I will it beare,
That dwells soe far in a strange countrye.’
XII
But then she put off her petticoate,
With many a salt teare still from her e’e,
And in a smocke of brave white silk
She stood before Yonge Andrew’s e’e.
XIII
Sayes, ‘O put off thy smocke of silke,
For some and all shall goe with me;
Unto my owne ladye I will it beare,
That dwells soe far in a strange countrye.’—
XIV
Sayes, ‘O remember, Yonge Andrew,
Once of a woman you were borne;
And for the birth that Marye bore
I pray you let my smocke be upon!’—
XV
Sayes, ‘Yes, fayre ladye I know it well,
Once of a woman I was borne;
Yet for noe birth that Marye bore
Thy smocke shall not be left upon.’