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; 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, 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 Queens Court, Oh then Lithcock it is my name." "Lithcock! Lithcock!" the lady said, And oft she spelt it over again; "Lithcock! its Latin," the lady said, "Richard's the English of that name." The knight he rode, the lady ran, 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; 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 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?" 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, My help lies not in your hand. "I learned it from my mother dear,-- Few are there that have learned better- When I come to deep water, I can swim thro' like any otter. "I learned it from my mother dear,-- I find I learned it for my weel; When I come to a deep water, I can swim thro' like any eel." "Turn back, turn back, you lady fair, You know not what I see; There is a lady in that castle, That will burn you and me." "Betide me weal, betide me wae, That lady I will see." (_wight,_ active.) She took a ring from her finger, And gave't the porter for his fee: Says, "Take you that, my good porter, And bid the Queen speak to me." And when she came before the Queen, There she fell low down on her knee: Says, "There is a knight into your court, This day has robbed me." "O has he robbed you of your gold, Or has he robbed you of your fee?" "He has not robbed me of my gold, He has not robbed me of my fee; He has robbed me of my maidenhead, The fairest flower of my body." "There is.no knight in all my court, That thus has robbed thee, But you'll have the truth of his right hand, Or else for your sake he'll die, Tho' it were Earl Richard, my own brother; And oh forbid that it be!" Then, sighing, said the lady fair, "I wot the same man is he." The Queen called on her merry men, Even fifty men and three; Earl Richard used to be the first man, But now the hindmost man was he.