'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 Fairies she caught me,
In yon green hill to dwell.
'And pleasant is the fairy land,
But, an eerie tale to tell,
Ay at the end of seven years
We pay a tiend to hell;
I am sae fair and fu of flesh,
I'm feard it be myself.
Hold on tight!
