And when they brought her home again,
Aye of the Green Folk was she fain:
They brought her leannan, Roy McLean,
She looked at him with proud disdain.
“For I have killed a man,” she said,
“A better man than you to wed:
I slew him when he claspt my head,
And now he sleepeth with the dead.
“And did you see that little wren?
My sister dear it was, flew then!