His tartan blowing out behind,
The little fairy, gowned in green,
Wi' little harp o' pearl, to find.
And since you are a mortal bairn,
And yet have shunned me not," she said,
A fairy gift I'll give to thee,
To-morrow, when the west is red.
"And since you have a bonny face,
I'll give to thee a fairy kiss,
To take the bitter from thy woe,