‘It’s neither your oxen nor you that I crave;
It’s that old scolding woman, it’s her I must have.’
3
‘Ye’re welcome to her wi a’ my gude heart;
I wish you and her it’s never may part.’
4
She jumped on to the auld Deil’s back,
And he carried her awa like a pedlar’s pack.
5
He carried her on till he cam to hell’s door,