She mounted upon her lilywhite steed, and he on his dapple grey. They rode till they came unto the seaside, three hours before it was day.     
Light off, light on, thy lilywhite steed, deliver it up unto me. For six pretty maidens I have drown’d here, and thou the seventh shall be.     
He turned around his back to her and bent down over the brim. She caught him around the middle so small and bundled him into the stream.
Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man…     
Lie there instead of me, for six pretty maidens hast thou a-drowned here the seventh hath drown-ed thee.