With a kindly message, “Come when you may
For curds and whey in the good old way.”
He sent her withal, ’tis right you should know,
A braw new kilt for her fatherless oe.
And ever he saw that his maidens paid
To the fairies their due on the Fairy Knowe,
Till the emerald sward was under the tread
As velvet soft, and all aglow
With wild flowers, such as fairies cull,