Then out has she ta’en a silver wand,
An’ she’s turn’d her three times roun’ and roun’;
She’s mutter’d sich words till my strength it fail’d,
An’ I fell down senceless upon the groun’.
10.
She’s turn’d me into an ugly worm,
And gard me toddle about the tree;
An’ ay, on ilka Saturday’s night,
My sister Maisry came to me;
11.