He woke up late that very day.
He dressed up fast,
And went at last,
To fetch the water
From the bay.

It was very hot, cause it was May.
He had his meal,
And passed by the fields,
To see the farmers
Bind the hay.

There was a house beside the way
A woman stood,
In front of the woods,
Staring at him
As he pass the way.

She threw a heavy worn-out mat,
Which made him fall,
Just like a ball.
But then she said,
"Isn't he a pretty lad?"

He got up straight and shook off the dust.
He...