She stroaked my head, an she kembed my hair,
An she set me down saftly on her knee;
Says, Gin[172] ye will be my luver so true,
Sae monny braw things as I woud you gi'e.
She showd me a mantle o red scarlet,
Wi gouden flowrs an fringes fine;
Says, Gin ye will be my luver so true,
This goodly gift it sal be thine.
"Awa, awa, ye ugly witch,
Haud far awa, an lat me be;