‘Had your hand, and go wi me;
That is the evil fruit o hell,
Beguiled man and women in your countrie.
‘O see you not that road, Thomas,
That lies down by that little hill?
Curst is the man has that road to gang,
For it takes him to the lowest hell.
‘O see you not that road, Thomas,
That lies across yon lily lea?
Blest is the man has that road to gang,