The hill-king struck her on the cheek rosie, Time with me goes slow.-- "And pack to the hill to thy children wee," But that grief is heavy I know. The hill-king struck her with a twisted root, Time with me goes slow.-- "And pack to the hill without any dispute," But that grief is heavy I know. And the hill-king her in his arms has ta'en, Time with me goes slow.-- And lifted her into the gilded wain, But that grief is heavy I know. "And hear thou my footpage what I unto thee say," Time with me goes slow.-- "Thou now shalt drive her to my dwelling straightway," But that grief is heavy I know. Proud Margaret stept in at the hill door, Time with me goes slow.-- And her little children rejoiced therefòre, But that grief is heavy I know. "It is not worth while rejoicing for me," Time with me goes slow.-- "Christ grant that I never a mother had been," But that grief is heavy I know. The one brought out a gilded chair, Time with me goes slow.-- "O rest you, my sorrow-bound mother, there," But that grief is heavy I know. The one brought out a filled up horn, Time with me goes slow.-- The other put therein a gilded corn, But that grief is heavy I know. The first drink she drank out of the horn, Time with me goes slow.-- She forgot straightway both heaven and earth, But that grief is heavy I know. The second drink she drank out of the horn, Time with me goes slow.-- She forgot straightway both God and his word, But that grief is heavy I know. The third drink she drank out of the horn, Time with me goes slow.-- She forgot straightway both sister and brother, But that grief is heavy I know. She forgot straightway both sister and brother, Time with me goes slow.-- But she never forgot her sorrow-bound mother, But that grief is heavy I know.[168] _The Troll Wife._