They searched the country wide and braid

The forests far and near,

Till they found him into Elmond wood,

Tearing his yellow hair.

"Win up, win up, now, Hynde EtinWin up and boune wi' me;

We're messengers sent frae the court

The king wants ye to see.".

"O let him tak frae me the head,

Or hang me on a tree;

For sin I'se lost my dear Margaret,

Life's nae pleasure to me."

"Your head will nae be touched, Etin,

Nor hanged upon a tree;

Your leddy's in her father's court,

And all she wants is thee."

When in he came before the king,
He fell low on his knee;

"Win up, win up, now, Hynde Etin,
This day ye'se dine wi' me."

But as they were at dinner set,
The boy asked a boon:

"I wis we were in the good kirk,
For to get Christendoun.

"We hae liv'd in gude greenwood
This seven years and ane;
But a' this time, sin e'er I mind,
Were ne'er a church within."

"Your asking's nae sae great, my boy,
But granted it sall be;

This day to gude church ye sall gang,
And your mither sall gang ye wi'."

When unto the gude church she cam,
She at the door did stan';

She was sae sair sunk down wi' shame,
She waldna come far'r ben,

Then out it speaks the parish priest-
A good auld man was he:

"Come ben, come ben, my lily flouir,
Present your babes to me."

But they staid lang in royal court,
Wi' mirth and high renown;

And when her father was deceased,
She was heir o' his crown.

THE FAIRY QUEEN.

Come follow me, follow me,

You fairy elves that be-
Which circle on the greene,

Come follow Mab your Queene.
Hand in hand let's dance around,
For this place is fairy ground.

When mortals are at rest,
And snoring in their nest,
Unheard and unespy'd

Through key-holes we do glide;
Over tables, stools, and shelves,

We trip it with our fairy elves.

Anonymous.

And if the house be foul,
With platter, dish, or bowl,
Up stairs we nimbly creep,
And find the sluts asleep :

There we pinch their armes and thighes;
None escapes, nor none espies

But if the house be swept,
And from uncleanness kept,
We praise the household maid,
And duly she is paid;

For we use before we goe,
To drop a tester in her shoe.

Upon a mushroom's head
Our table-cloth we spread;
A grain of rye or wheat
Is manchet which we eat;
Pearly drops of dew we drink
In acorn cups fill'd to the brink.

The brains of nightingales,
With unctuous fat of snails,
Between two cockles stew'd,

Is meat that's easily chew'd;
Tailes of wormes, and marrow of mice,
Do make a dish that's wonderous nice.

The grasshopper, gnat, and fly
Serve for our minstrelsie;
Grace said, we dance awhile,

And so the time beguile :

And if the moone doth hide her head,
The gloe-worm lights us home to bed.

On tops of dewie grasse
So nimbly we do passe,
The young and tender stalk

Ne'er bends when we do walk;

Yet in the morning may be seene
Where we the night before have beene.

Anonymous, about the year 1600

And make good sport with ho, ho, ho!

More swift than lightning can I flye
About the aery welkin soone,

And in a minute's space descrye

Each thing that's done belowe the moone.

Whene'er such wanderers I meete,

As from their night-sports they trudge home,

With counterfeiting voice I greete,

And call them on with me to roame.

Thro' woods, thro' lakes,

Thro' bogs, thro' brakes;

Or else, unseene, with them I go,

All in the nicke,

To play some tricke,

And frolick it with ho, ho, ho!

Sometimes I meete them like a man;

Sometimes an ox, sometimes a hound,

And to a horse I turn me can,

To trip and trot about them round,
But, if to ride,

My backe they stride,

More swift than wind away I goe,

O'er hedge and lands,
Thro' pools and ponds,

I whirry, laughing ho, ho, ho