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"Your Majesty," he called after him, "will ye grant me a last request?" "I will," said the King. "Thank ye. There's a wee red cap that I'm mortal fond of, and I lost it a while ago; if I could be hung with it on, I would hang a deal more comfortable." The cap was found and brought to Teig. "Clip, clap, clip, clap, for my wee red cap, I wish I was home," he sang.
But he heard a bit of her song as she passed through the door: "Feed ye the hungry an' rest ye the weary, This ye must do for the sake of Our Mary." Then the anger had Teig. "I'll stop your pestherin' tongue, once an' for all time!" and, catching the cap from his head, he threw it after her. No sooner was the cap gone than every soul in the hall saw him.
Open your door an' greet ye the stranger For ye mind that the wee Lord had naught but a manger. Mhuire as truagh! "Feed ye the hungry an' rest ye the weary, This ye must do for the sake of Our Mary. 'Tis well that ye mind ye who sit by the fire That the Lord he was born in a dark and cold byre. Mhuire as truagh!" Teig put his fingers deep in his ears.
And then he heard the fairies cry "Holland!" and cried "Holland!" too. In one leap he was over France, and another over Belgium; and with the third he was standing by long ditches of water frozen fast, and over them glided hundreds upon hundreds of lads and maids. Outside each door stood a wee wooden shoe empty. Teig saw scores of them as he looked down the ditch of a street.
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