II
She servèd her wi’ foot and hand
In everything that she could dee[120],
Till once, in an unlucky time
She threw her owre a craig[121] o’ the sea.
III
Says, ‘Lie you there, dove Isabel,
And all my sorrows lie wi’ thee!
Till Kemp[122] Owyne come to the craig,
And borrow[123] you wi’ kisses three.’
IV
Her breath grew strang, her hair grew lang
And twisted thrice about the tree,
And all the people, far and near,
Thought that a savage beast was she.
V
And aye she cried for Kemp Owyne
Gin that he would but com’ to her hand:—
Now word has gane to Kemp Owyne
That siccan[124] a beast was in his land.
VI
‘Now by my sooth,’ says Kemp Owyne,
‘This fiery beast I’ll gang to see’;
‘And by my sooth,’ says Segramour,
‘My ae brother, I’ll gang you wi’.’