“Turn and peep, turn and peep,

There’s blood within the shoe

The shoe it is too small for her,

The true bride waits for you.”

“Turn and peep, turn and peep, There’s blood within the shoe The shoe it is too small for her, The true bride waits for you.”

He looked down at her foot and saw how the blood was running out of her shoe, and how it had stained her white stocking. Then he turned his horse and took the false bride home again. “This also is not the right one,” said he, “have you no other daughter?”