5 'If the child be mine, Ffaire Ellen,' he said, 'Be mine, as you doe sweare, Take you Cheshire and Lancashire both, And make _tha_t child yo_u_r heyre.' 6 Shee saies, I had rather haue one kisse, Child Waters, of thy mouth, Then I wold haue Cheshire and Lancashire both, _Tha_t lyes by north and south. 7 'And I had rather haue a twinkling, Child Waters, of yo_u_r eye, Then I wold haue Cheshire and Lancashire both, To take them mine oune to bee.' 8 'To-morrow, Ellen, I must forth ryde Soe ffarr into the north countrye; The ffairest lady _tha_t I can ffind, Ellen, must goe w_i_th mee.' 'And euer I pray you, Child Watters, Yo_u_r ffootpage let me bee!' 9 'If you will my ffootpage be, Ellen, As you doe tell itt mee, Then you must cutt your gownne of greene An inche aboue yo_u_r knee. 10 'Soe must you doe yo_u_r yellow lockes, Another inch aboue yo_u_r eye; You must tell noe man what is my name; My ffootpage then you shall bee.' 11 All this long day Child Waters rode, Shee ran bare ffoote by his side; Yett was he neu_er_ soe curteous a k_nigh_t To say, Ellen, will you ryde? 12 But all this day Child Waters rode, Shee ran barffoote thorow the broome; Yett he was neu_er_ soe curteous a k_nigh_t As to say, Put on yo_u_r shoone. 13 'Ride softlye,' shee said, 'Child Watters; Why doe you ryde soe ffast? The child w_hi_ch is no mans but yours My bodye itt will burst.' 14 He sayes, Sees thou yonder water, Ellen, _Tha_t fflowes from banke to brim? 'I trust to god, Child Waters,' shee said, 'You will neuer see mee swime.' 15 But when shee came to the waters side, Shee sayled to the chinne: 'Except the lo_rd_ of heauen be my speed, Now must I learne to swime.' 16 The salt waters bare vp Ellens clothes, Our Ladye bare vpp he[r] chinne, And Child Waters was a woe man, good Lo_rd_, To ssee Faire Ellen swime. 17 And when shee ouer the water was, Shee then came to his knee: He said, Come hither, Ffaire Ellen, Loe yonder what I see! 18 'Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen? Of redd gold shine the yates; There's four and twenty ffayre ladyes, The ffairest is my wordlye make. 19 'Seest thou not yonder hall, Ellen? Of redd gold shineth the tower; There is four and twenty ffaire ladyes, The fairest is my paramoure.' 20 'I doe see the hall now, Child Waters, _Tha_t of redd gold shineth the yates; God giue good then of yo_u_r selfe, And of yo_u_r wordlye make! 21 'I doe see the hall now, Child Waters, _Tha_t of redd gold shineth the tower; God giue good then of yo_u_r selfe, And of yo_u_r paramoure!'