But had me fast, let me not pass,

For I'll do you no harm.—

And next they'll shape me in your arms,

A toad, but and an eel;

But had me fast, nor let me gang,

As you do love me weel.

They'll shape me in your arms, Janet,

A dove, but and a swan;

And last they'll shape me in your arms,

A mother-naked man: