Exert:
Thence, mystic knots mak great absue,
On Young-Guidman, fond, keen an’ croose;
When the best warklum i’ the house,
By cantraip wit,
Is instant made no worth a louse,
Just at the bit.
exert:
When thowes dissove the snawy hoord,
An’ float the jinglan icy boord,
Then, Water-kelpies haunt the foord,
By your direction,
An’ nighted Trav’llers are allur’d
To their destruction.