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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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Then out has she ta'en a silver wand,
An' she's turn'd her three times roun' and roun' ; She mutter'd sic words till my strength it fail'd,
An' I fell down senseless upon the groun'.
She 's turn'd me into an ugly worm, And gar'd me toddle about the tree;
An' ay, on ilka Saturday's night, My sister Maisry came to me,
Wi' silver bason an' silver kaim
To kaim my headie upon her knee; But or I had kiss'd [wi' Alison Gross]
I'd sooner ha' toddled about the tree.
But as it fell out, on last Hallowe'en, When the Seely Court was ridin' by,
The Queen lighted down on a gowany bank Nae far frae the tree where I wont to lye.
She took me up in her milk-white han',
An' she 's straik'd me three times o'er her knee ;
She changed me again to my ain proper shape, An' nae mair I toddle about the tree.
Seelv Court] the Happy Court (of the Fairies).         gowany]
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