“She pu’d him frae the milk-white steed,
And loot the bridle fa’;
And up there raise an eldritch cry,
‘He’s won among us a’!’
“They shaped him in fair Janet’s arms
An ask, but and an adder:
She held him fast in every shape—
To be her bairn’s father.
“They shaped him in her arms at last
A mother-naked man;