An'brake a bannock o'er her heid.'
"'Oh, bairnie, syn the wand began
Nane saw sic sicht o' muckle wae,
Where gat ye, son, this witch wuman,
Wi gowden hair an' skin o' snaw?'
"'Oh, mither, she's a Chrisom lass
Wha by the Kelpie's burn did stray,
Wi buke an' bell an' holy mass
I wedded her at break o' day.'
"'Oh, bairnie, she's nae Chrisom child,