She's mutterd sich words till my strength it faild,

An I fell down senceless upon the groun.

She's turnd me into an ugly worm,

And gard me writhle about the tree;

An ay, on ilka Saturdays night,

My sister Maisry came to me,

Wi silver bason an silver kemb,

To kemb my heady upon her knee;

But or I had kissd her ugly mouth,

I'd rather a writhled about the tree.