It rane to Pencatelane,

And wirreit ane awld chaplane;

This litill gaist did na mair ill

Bot clok lyk a corn mill;

And it wald play and hop,

About the heid ane stre strop;

And it wald sing and it wald dance,

Oure fute, and Orliance.

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Quha conjurit the litill gaist say ye?