“I cam’ na here to bonny Scotland
To lie down in the clay;
But I cam’ here to bonny Scotland,
To wear the silks sae gay!
“I cam’ na here to bonny Scotland,
Amang the dead to rest;
But I cam’ here to bonny Scotland
To the man that I lo’e best!”
Author Unknown
AN OLD SONG OF FAIRIES
Come, follow, follow me,
You, fairy elves that be:
Which circle on the greene,
Come, follow Mab your queene.
Hand in hand let’s dance around,
For this place is fairye ground.
When mortals are at rest,
And snoring in their nest:
Unheard, and unespy’d,
Through key-holes we do glide;
Over tables, stools, and shelves,
We trip it with our fairy elves.
And, if the house be foul
With platter, dish, or bowl,
Up stairs we nimbly creep,
And find the sluts asleep:
There we pinch their armes and thighes;
None escapes, nor none espies.
But if the house be swept,
And from uncleanness kept,
We praise the household maid,
And duely she is paid:
For we use before we goe
To drop a tester in her shoe.