The machrel comes to me,
An’ she takes my laily head
An’ lays it on her knee,
And kames it wi’ a siller kame,
And washes it i’ the sea—
which is pure magic, such as you might find in the Kalevala, is transformed into a passage like
“O haud your tongue o’ weeping,” he says,
“Let a’ your follies a-bee;
I’ll show you where the white lilies grow
On the banks o’ Italie”—