"They'll turn me in your arms, Janet,

An adder and a snake;

But had me fast, let me not pass,

Gin ye wad be my maik.

They'll turn me in your arms, Janet,

An adder and an ask;

They'll turn me in your arms, Janet,

A bale[327:A] that burns fast.

They'll turn me in your arms, Janet,

A red hot gad o' iron;