"I'll grow into your arms two
Like an adder, or a snake;
But hold me fast, let me not go,
90 I'll be your earthly maik.
"I'll grow into your arms two
Like ice on frozen lake;
But hold me fast, let me not go,
Or from your goupen break.
95 "I'll grow into your arms two,
Like iron in strong fire;
But hold me fast, let me not go,
Then you'll have your desire."
And its next night into Miles Moss,
100 Fair Margaret has gone;
When lo she stands beside Rides Cross,
Between twelve hours and one.
There's holy water in her hand,
She casts a compass round;
105 And presently a Fairy band
Comes riding o'er the mound.
This seems to be the most appropriate connection for a short fragment from Maidment's North Countrie Garland, (p. 21.) It was taken down from the recitation of a lady who had heard it sung in her childhood.