“An’ ye wadna angry be;”
“Speak on, speak on, my bonnie boy,
Ye’se nay be quarrelled by me.”
“As we came from the hynd-hunting,
We heard fine music ring!”
“My blessings on ye, my bonnie boy!
I wish I’d been there, my lane!”
He’s ta’en his mither by the hand—
His six brothers also;
And they are on through Elmond wood