Who tossed the sickles up, and cried:
"O Goldilocks, now whither away?
And what wilt thou with the woodland may?"
"O this is Goldilocks my bride,
And we come adown from the wild-wood side,
And unto the Fathers' House we wend
To dwell therein till life shall end."
"Up then on the wain, that ye may see
From afar how thy mother bideth thee.
That ye may see how kith and kin