He's made her bed to the goodliest,
⁠Wind and hail in the mill-water;
A grass girdle for all the rest,
⁠A girdle of arms for the king's daughter.

He's set his heart to the goodliest,
⁠Snow that snows in the mill-water;
Nine little kisses for all the rest,
⁠An hundredfold for the king's daughter.

He's ta'en his leave at the goodliest,
⁠Broken boats in the mill-water;
Golden gifts for all the rest,
⁠Sorrow of heart for the king's daughter.

"Ye'll make a grave for my fair body,"
⁠Running rain in the mill-water;
"And ye'll streek my brother at the side of me,"
⁠The pains of hell for the king's daughter.