And up there raise an erlish[[E]] cry—
"He's won amang us a'!"
They shaped him in fair Janet's arms,
An esk[[F]], but and an adder;
She held him fast in every shape—
To be her bairn's father.
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.