A lad brought up in Highland vale + 

Who did believe each fairy tale, + 

Which his grannie oft’ to him told, + 

And of witches and of warlocks bold, + 

And he himself would often pour + 

For hours reading wizard lore. + 

One night his mother to the town + 

In a hurry sent him down, + 

So o’er his pony he did stride, + 

And to the town did fearful ride, + 

He thought that demons they would rush + 

On him from every rock and bush, + 

And as he rode through the quarry + 

It did great increase his flurry, + 

He felt that fiends with fiercest hate + 

Would surely there seal fast his fate. + 

But town he reached and ’neath his vest + 

He parcel pressed close to his breast, + 

The pony now he mounts once more + 

For to pass quarry as before, + 

But, alas, at that fatal spot + 

He heard a gun, he was elf shot, + 

He felt that from his breast a flood + 

Was pouring down of his heart’s blood, + 

But he clung fast to pony’s back, + 

Though loss of blood his frame did rack, + 

But in spite of his alarms + 

He resolved to die in mother’s arms, + 

And when he reached his own door + 

He said that he was drenched in gore, + 

From bullet hole all in his breast. + 

His father opened up his vest, + 

And he did sadly fear the worst + 

But found yeast bottle had but burst. + 