‘And say: My ladie has a steed,
The like o’ him ’s no in the lands of Leed.
XIV
‘For at ilka tett[86] o’ that horse’s mane
There’s a golden chess[87] and a bell ringíng.
XV
‘This goodlie gift shall be your ain,
And let her be lighter o’ her young bairn.’—
XVI
‘O’ her young bairn she’ll ne’er be lighter,
Nor in her bower to shine the brighter;
XVII
‘But she shall die and turn to clay,
And ye shall wed another may.’—