To pu an apple he put up his hand,
For the lack o food he was like to tyne.
12
‘O haud yere hand, Thomas,’ she cried,
‘And let that green flourishing be;
For it’s the very fruit o hell,
Beguiles baith man and woman o yere countrie.
13
‘But look afore ye, True Thomas,
And I shall show ye ferlies three;