"I have four-and-twenty milk-white cows, All calved in a day; 30 You'll have them, and as much hained grass As they all on can gae." "I wish your bonnie ship rent and rive, And drown ye in the sea; For all that would not mend the miss 35 That ye would do to me." "The miss is not so great, ladye, Soon mended it might be. "I have four-and-twenty milk-white steeds, All foaled in one year; 40 You'll have them, and as much red gold As all their backs can bear." She turned her right and round about, And she swore by the mold, "I would not be your love," said she, 45 "For that church full of gold." He turned him right and round about, And he swore by the mass, Says,--"Lady, ye my love shall be, And gold ye shall have less." 50 She turned her right and round about, And she swore by the moon, "I would not be your love," says she, "For all the gold in Rome." He turned him right and round about, 55 And he swore by the moon, Says,--"Lady, ye my love shall be, And gold ye shall have none." He caught her by the milk-white hand, And by the grass-green sleeve; 60 And there has taken his will of her, Wholly without her leave. The lady frowned and sadly blushed, And oh! but she thought shame: Says,--"If you are a knight at all, 65 You surely will tell me your name." "In some places they call me Jack, In other some they call me John; But when into the Queen's Court, Oh then Lithcock it is my name." 70 "Lithcock! Lithcock!" the lady said, And oft she spelt it over again; "Lithcock! it's Latin," the lady said, "Richard's the English of that name." The Knight he rode, the lady ran,[L75] 75 A live long summer's day; Till they came to the wan water That all men do call Tay. He set his horse head to the water, Just thro' it for to ride; 80 And the lady was as ready as him The waters for to wade. For he had never been as kind-hearted As to bid the lady ride; And she had never been so low-hearted 85 As for to bid him bide. But deep into the wan water There stands a great big stone; He turned his wight horse head about, Said, "Lady fair, will ye loup on?" 90 She's taken the wand was in her hand, And struck it on the foam, And before he got the middle stream, The lady was on dry land. "By help of God and our Lady, 95 My help lyes not in your hand.