She held my hand and wiped my tears, then whispered "come lay your head on my lap and I will comb your hair."
So it begins.
"I cannot part thy hair on my knee" she said "fetch me a billet of wood."
And so I fetched.
And then she said "I cannot part thy hair with a comb. Fetch me an axe."
And so I fetched.
"Now," she said "lay thy head down on the billet whilst I part thy hair."
And so I lay.

And down came the axe.