“You’ll have to wash me and dress me, and sweep the hearth clean; and on the peril of your life never look up the chimney,” said the Hag.
“All right,” she agreed to this.
The next day when the Hag arose, she washed her and dressed her, and when the Hag went out she swept the hearth, and she thought it would be no harm to have one wee look up the chimney, and there what did she see but her own mother’s long leather bag of gold and silver? So she took it down at once, and getting it on her back, started away for home as fast as she could run.
When she got to the horse, the horse said: “Rub me! Rub me! for I haven’t been rubbed these seven years.”
“Oh, poor horse, poor horse,” she said, “I’ll surely do that.” And she laid down her bag, and rubbed the horse.
Then she went on, and it wasn’t long before she met the sheep, who said: “Oh, shear me, shear me! for I haven’t been shorn these seven years.”
“O, poor sheep, poor sheep,” she said, “I’ll surely do that,” and she laid down the bag, and sheared the sheep.
On she went till she met the goat, who said: “O, change my tether! Change my tether! for it hasn’t been changed these seven years.”
“O, poor goat, poor goat,” she said, “I’ll surely do that,” and she laid down the bag, and changed the goat’s tether.
Then she went on till she met the lime-kiln. The lime-kiln said: “O, clean me! Clean me! for I haven’t been cleaned these seven years.”