"And ever alas!" fair Annie cried,
"That I should see this day!
"Gin my seven sons were seven young rats,
Running on the castle wa',
And I were a grey cat mysel',
I soon would worry them a'.
"Gin my seven sons were seven young hares,
Running o er yon lily lea,
And I were a greyhound mysel',
Soon worried they a' should be."—