And she pu’d an apple frae a tree:
“Take this for thy wages, True Thomas;
It will give the tongue that can never lie.”
“My tongue is mine ain,” True Thomas said,
“A gudely gift ye wad gie to me!
I neither dought to buy nor sell,
At fair or tryst where I may be.
“I dought neither speak to prince or peer,
Nor ask of grace from fair ladye.”
“Now hold thy peace!” the lady said,