THE WORM OF SPINDLESTONHEUGH
"Ye'll get no claith to hap you in,
Ye'll get no coats of me;
Ye'll get nae mair but a riven smock
To wear on your body."
Ye'll get no coats of me;
Ye'll get nae mair but a riven smock
To wear on your body."
And she's ate of the foul swine's meat
With her saft lips and fine;
She's put her mouth to the rank water,
Was poured amang the swine.
With her saft lips and fine;
She's put her mouth to the rank water,
Was poured amang the swine.
Never ae word spak Lady Helen,
Never ae word but twa;
"O gin my mither had hands to help,
I wad be weel holpen awa'."
Never ae word but twa;
"O gin my mither had hands to help,
I wad be weel holpen awa'."
Never ae word spak Lady Helen,
Never ae word but three;
"O gin my mither had lips to kiss,
Sae weel she wad kiss me!
Never ae word but three;
"O gin my mither had lips to kiss,
Sae weel she wad kiss me!
"She wad kiss me on my ravelled hair,
The foul cheek and the chin;
She wad kiss me on the weary mouth,
Where the rank water gaed in."
The foul cheek and the chin;
She wad kiss me on the weary mouth,
Where the rank water gaed in."
Out then came the witch mother:
"What ails ye now to greet?
Here's grass to hap ye dry, Helen,
And straw to hap ye sweet."
"What ails ye now to greet?
Here's grass to hap ye dry, Helen,
And straw to hap ye sweet."
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