She leaned her back to the manger side, And grievously did groan; And that beheard his mother dear, And heard her make her moan. She said, "Rise up, thou Child Waters, I think thou art a cursed man; For yonder is a ghost in thy stable, That grievously doth groan; Or else some woman labours of child, She is so woe-begone." But up then rose Child Waters, And did on his shirt of silk; Then he put on his other clothes, On his body as white as milk. And when he came to the stable door, Full still that he did stand, That he might hear now fair Ellen, How she made her monand. She said, "Lullaby, my own dear child, Lullaby, dear child, dear; I would thy father were a king, Thy mother laid on a bier." (_monand_, moaning.) "Peace now," he said, "good, fair Ellen, And be of good cheer, I thee pray; And the bridal and the churching both They shall be upon one day," Earl Richard Earl Richard once upon a day, And all his valiant men so wight, He did him down to Barnisdale, Where all the land is fair and light. He was aware of a damosel, I wot fast on she did her bound, With towers of gold upon her head, As fair a woman as could be found. He said, "Busk on you, fair lady, The white flowers and the red; For I would give my bonnie ship, To get your maidenhead." "I wish your bonnie ship rent and rive, And drown you in the sea; For all this would not mend the miss That ye would do to me." "The miss is not so great, lady, Soon mended it might be. "I have four-and-twenty mills in Scotland, Stands on the water of Tay; You'll have them, and as much flour As they'll grind in a day." "I wish your bonnie ship rent and rive, And drown you in the sea; For all that would not mend the miss That ye would do to me." "The miss is not so great, lady, Soon mended it will be. "I have four-and-twenty milk-white cows, All calved in a day; 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 you in the sea; For all that would not mend the miss That ye would do to me." "The miss is not so great, lady, Soon mended it might be. (_hained,_ enclosed.) "I have four-and-twenty milk-white steeds, All foaled in one year; 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 mould, "I would not be your love," said she, "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." 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,