Donald A. Mackenzie, Elves and Heroes
“ The little bannock with the hole, O it will be the charm. I knead it, I knead it, 'twixt my palms, And all the bairns I tell— O it's Finlay's little bannock For going to the well.THE BANSHEE. Knee-deep she waded in the pool— The Banshee robed in green— She sang yon song the whole night long, And washed the linen clean; The linen that would wrap the dead She beetled on a stone, She stood with dripping hands, blood-red, Low singing all alone—His linen robes are pure and white, For Fergus More must die to-night! ”
