She neist brocht a sark o' the saftest silk,
Weel wrought wi' pearls about the band;
Says,—"Gin ye will be my ain true love,
20 This goodly gift ye sall command."
She shaw'd me a cup o' the good red goud,
Weel set wi' jewels sae fair to see;
Says,—"Gin ye will be my lemman sae true,
This goodly gift I will you gie."
25 "Awa, awa, ye ugly witch!
Haud far awa, and lat me be;
For I wadna ance kiss your ugly mouth
For a' the gifts that ye cou'd gie."
She's turned her richt and round about,
30 And thrice she blew on a grass-green horn;
And she sware by the moon and the stars aboon,
That she'd gar me rue the day I was born.
Then out has she ta'en a silver wand,
And she's turned her three times round and round;
35 She's mutter'd sic words, that my strength it fail'd,
And I fell down senseless on the ground.
She's turn'd me into an ugly worm,
And gar'd me toddle about the tree;
And ay, on ilka Saturday's night,
40 My sister Maisry came to me,
Wi' silver bason, and silver kemb,
To kemb my headie upon her knee;
But or I had kiss'd her ugly mouth,
I'd rather hae toddled about the tree.
45 But as it fell out on last Hallowe'en,
When the [Seely Court] was ridin' by,
The queen lighted down on a gowan bank,
Nae far frae the tree whare I wont to lye.