PEAK AND PUKE

From his cradle in the glamourie

They have stolen my wee brother,

Housed a changeling in his swaddlings

For to fret my own poor mother.

Pules it in the candle light

Wi’ a cheek so lean and white,

Chinkling up its eyne so wee

Wailing shrill at her an’ me.

It we'll neither rock nor tend

Till the Silent Silent send,

Lapping in their awesome arms

Him they stole with spells and charms,

Till they take this changeling creature

Back to its own fairy nature —

Cry! Cry! As long as may be,

Ye shall ne'er be woman's baby!