“What’s reddest of red?” Finn cried.
“The flush of the freeman when praised,” she replied.
“Or when praise to his merit is meanly denied.”
“Than the radish more brittle?” Finn cried.
“The nature of woman,” the damsel replied.
“What never grows old nor betied?”
“The friendship of man,” the damsel replied.
“What does woman love best?” Finn cried.
“A fair or a dance,” the damsel replied.
“What’s best for your colour?” Finn cried.
“Cool air and good sleep,” the damsel replied.
“How many steeds are there?” Finn cried,
“But two, a horse and a mare,” she replied.
“What’s best of all food?” Finn cried,
“Nought better than milk,” the damsel replied.
“What adorns a man most?” Finn cried,
“High deeds, humble words,” the damsel replied.
“The worst of all fare?” Finn cried.
“Strong drink, if it be too freely supplied,
Or the prate of a fool,” the damsel replied.