A tod, but and an eel;
She held him fast in every shape—
As she did love him weel.
They shaped him in her arms at last,
A mother-naked man;
She wrapt him in her green mantle,
And sae her true love wan!
Up then spake the queen o’ fairies,
Out o’ a bush o’ broom—
“She that has borrow’d young Tamlane,