We were down by the wishing-green, Robin Greenlaw and Gilian and I and three or four other lads and lassies.

Do you remember?
Mr.Rullock would have us dance, and we all took hands--you, too--and went around the ash-tree as though it were a May-pole.

We changed hands, one with another, and danced upon the green.

Then you and he got upon your horses and rode away.

He was riding the white mare Fatima.