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his former mistress, she maliciously asked him about the increase of his family. The Count, conceiving some suspicion from her manner, craftily answered, that God had blessed him with three fine children; on which she exclaimed, like Willie's mother in the ballad, " May heaven confound the old hag, by whose counsel I threw an enchanted pitcher into the draw-well of your palace!" The spell being found, and destroyed, the Count became the father of a numerous family. Hierarchie of the Blessed Angels, p. 4 74." Scott.
"Willie's ta'en him o'er the faem, He's wooed a wife, and brought her hame; He's wooed her for her yellow hair, But his mother wrought her meikle care ;
And meikle dolour gar'd her dree, *
For lighter she can never be; But in her bower she sits wi' pain, And Willie mourns o'er her in vain.
And to his mother he has gane,
That vile rank witch, o' vilest kind ! w
He says — " My ladie has a cup,
Wi' gowd and silver set about;
This gudely gift sail be your ain,
And let her be lighter o' her young bairn."—
" Of her young bairn she's never be lighter, u Nor in her bour to shine the brighter : But she sail die, and turn to clay, And you sail wed another may."—