Her breath was strang, her hair was lang,
And twisted twice about the tree,
And with a swing she came about:
“Come to Craigy’s sea, and kiss with me.
“Here is a royal ring,” she said,
“That I have found in the green sea;
And while your finger it is on,
Drawn shall your blood never be;
But if you touch me, tail or fin,
I swear my ring your death shall be.”