Well! there was a great cry from the bogles when they saw half the giant come tumbling down to them, and they called out, “There comes half our master; give us the other half.”

Then the lad said, “It’s no use of thee, thou pair of legs, standing alone at the window, as thou hast no eye to see with, so go join thy brother”; and he cast the lower part of the giant after the top part.  Now when the bogles had gotten all the giant they were quiet.

Next night the lad went to sleep in the house again, and this time a second giant came in at the door, and as he came in the lad cut him in twain; but the legs walked on to the fire and went straight up the chimney.

“Go, get thee after thy legs,” said the lad to the head, and he cast the other half of the giant up the chimney.

Now the third night nothing happened, so the lad got into bed; but before he went to sleep he heard the bogles striving under the bed, and he wondered what they were at.  So he peeped, and saw that they had the ball there, and were playing with it, casting it to and fro.

Now after a time one of them thrust his leg out from under the bed, and quick as anything the lad brings his sword down, and cuts it off.  Then another bogle thrust his arm out at t’other side of the bed, and in a twinkling the lad cuts that off too.  So it went on, till at last he had maimed them all, and they all went off, crying and wailing, and forgot the ball!  Then the lad got out of bed, found the ball, and went off at once to seek his true love.

[Illustration:  He heard the bogles striving under the bed]

Now the lass had been taken to York to be hanged; she was brought out on the scaffold, and the hangman said, “Now, lass, thou must hang by the neck till thou be’st dead.”  But she cried out: 

  “Stop, stop, I think I see my mother coming! 
   O mother, hast thou brought my golden ball
      And come to set me free?”

And the mother answered: 

  “I’ve neither brought thy golden ball
     Nor come to set thee free,
   But I have come to see thee hung
     Upon this gallows-tree.”

Then the hangman said, “Now, lass, say thy prayers for thou must die.” 
But she said: 

  “Stop, stop, I think I see my father coming! 
   O father, hast thou brought my golden ball
      And come to set me free?”

And the father answered: 

  “I’ve neither brought thy golden ball
     Nor come to set thee free,
   But I have come to see thee hung
     Upon this gallows-tree.”

Then the hangman said, “Hast thee done thy prayers?  Now, lass, put thy head into the noose.”

But she answered, “Stop, stop, I think I see my brother coming!” And again she sang her little verse, and the brother sang back the same words.  And so with her sister, her uncle, her aunt, and her cousin.  But they all said the same: