And ance it fell upon a day,
A cauld day and a snell
When we were frae the hunting come,
That frae my horse I fell;
The Queen o' Faeries she caught me,
In yon greeen hill to dwell.
And pleasant is the fairly land,
But, an eerie tale to tell,
Aye at the end of seven years
We pay a tiend to hell;
I am sae fair and fu' o' flesh
I'm fear'd it be mysel!
from Tamlane
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