Quha douttis thair ane twa een;
Forenicht I had wanderit in ane midow grene
And thair I meit ane unco littill man,
Quho was dancin as he can.
Me thocht him the king of farye
And he sade “Cum with me.”
I haid herd of riches littill men kepe
So I followit him to tha forest depe
Me thocht sevin year the journay tuke.
Quod he “A gift to ye I’ll give but ye maun no luik”;
Me thocht he micht gif me a jasp
So I held oot my haun to clasp.
Bot than I herd a laff fra the littill man in grene,
And quhen I darit to luik, he pluck’d oot baith my ene.
(prompts: green man picture, passage)