18 Here begins The Wife of Usher’s Well in a variant.
The hallow days of Yule are come,
The nights are lang and dark;
An’ in an’ cam’ her ain twa sons,
Wi’ their hats made o’ the bark.
19.
‘O eat an’ drink, my merry men a’,
The better shall ye fare,
For my twa sons the[y] are come hame
To me for evermair.’