<h2>THE WELL O' THE WORLD'S END</h2>
<p>There was once an old widow woman, who lived in a little cottage with
her only daughter, who was such a bonnie lassie that everyone liked to
look at her.</p>
<p>One day the old woman took a notion into her head to bake a girdleful of
cakes. So she took down her bakeboard, and went to the girnel and
fetched a basinful of meal; but when she went to seek a jug of water to
mix the meal with, she found that there was none in the house.</p>
<p>So she called to her daughter, who was in the garden; and when the girl
came she held out the empty jug to her, saying, "Run, like a good
lassie, to the Well o' the World's End and bring me a jug of water, for
I have long found that water from the Well o' the World's End makes the
best cakes."</p>
<p>So the lassie took the jug and set out on her errand.</p>
<p>Now, as its name shows, it is a long road to that well, and many a weary
mile had the poor maid to go ere she reached it.</p>
<p>But she arrived there at last; and what was her disappointment to find
it dry.</p>
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<p>She was so tired and so vexed that she sat down beside it and began to
cry; for she did not know where to get any more water, and she felt that
she could not go back to her mother with an empty jug.</p>
<p>While she was crying, a nice yellow Paddock, with very bright eyes, came
jump-jump-jumping over the stones of the well, and squatted down at her
feet, looking up into her face.</p>
<p>"And why are ye greeting, my bonnie maid?" he asked. "Is there aught
that I can do to help thee?"</p>
<p>"I am greeting because the well is empty," she answered, "and I cannot
get any water to carry home to my mother."</p>
<p>"Listen," said the Paddock softly. "I can get thee water in plenty, if
so be thou wilt promise to be my wife."</p>
<p>Now the lassie had but one thought in her head, and that was to get the
water for her mother's oat-cakes, and she never for a moment thought
that the Paddock was in earnest, so she promised gladly enough to be his
wife, if he would get her a jug of water.</p>
<p>No sooner had the words passed her lips than the beastie jumped down the
mouth of the well, and in another moment it was full to the brim with
water.</p>
<p>The lassie filled her jug and carried it home, without troubling any
more about the matter. But late that night, just as her mother and she
were going to bed, something came with a faint "thud, thud," against
the cottage door, and then they heard a tiny little wee voice singing:<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[274]</SPAN></span></p>
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<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Oh, open the door, my hinnie, my heart,</span><br/>
<span class="i0">Oh, open the door, my ain true love;</span><br/>
<span class="i0">Remember the promise that you and I made</span><br/>
<span class="i0">Down i' the meadow, where we two met."</span><br/></div>
</div>
<p>"Wheesht," said the old woman, raising her head. "What noise is that at
the door?"</p>
<p>"Oh," said her daughter, who was feeling rather frightened, "it's only a
yellow Paddock."</p>
<p>"Poor bit beastie," said the kind-hearted old mother. "Open the door and
let him in. It's cold work sitting on the doorstep."</p>
<p>So the lassie, very unwillingly opened the door, and the Paddock came
jump-jump-jumping across the kitchen, and sat down at the fireside.</p>
<p>And while he sat there he began to sing this song:</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Oh, gie me my supper, my hinnie, my heart,</span><br/>
<span class="i0">Oh, gie me my supper, my ain true love;</span><br/>
<span class="i0">Remember the promise that you and I made</span><br/>
<span class="i0">Down i' the meadow, where we two met."</span><br/></div>
</div>
<p>"Gie the poor beast his supper," said the old woman. "He's an uncommon
Paddock that can sing like that."</p>
<p>"Tut," replied her daughter crossly, for she was growing more and more
frightened as she saw the creature's bright black eyes fixed on her
face. "I'm not going to be so silly as to feed a wet, sticky Paddock."</p>
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<p>"Don't be ill-natured and cruel," said her mother. "Who knows how far
the little beastie has travelled? And I warrant that it would like a
saucerful of milk."</p>
<p>Now, the lassie could have told her that the Paddock had travelled from
the Well o' the World's End; but she held her tongue, and went ben to
the milk-house, and brought back a saucerful of milk, which she set down
before the strange little visitor.</p>
<div class="poem">
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now chap off my head, my hinnie, my heart,</span><br/>
<span class="i0">Now chap off my head, my ain true love,</span><br/>
<span class="i0">Remember the promise that you and I made</span><br/>
<span class="i0">Down i' the meadow, where we two met."</span><br/></div>
</div>
<p>"Hout, havers, pay no heed, the creature's daft," exclaimed the old
woman, running forward to stop her daughter, who was raising the axe to
chop off the Paddock's head. But she was too late; down came the axe,
off went the head; and lo, and behold! on the spot where the little
creature had sat, stood the handsomest young Prince that had ever been
seen.</p>
<p>He wore such a noble air, and was so richly dressed, that the astonished
girl and her mother would have fallen on their knees before him had he
not prevented them by a movement of his hand.</p>
<p>"'Tis I that should kneel to thee, Sweetheart," he said, turning to the
blushing girl, "for thou hast delivered me from a fearful spell, which
was cast over me in my infancy by a wicked Fairy, who at the same time
slew my father. For long years I have lived in that well, the Well o'<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[276]</SPAN></span>
the World's End, waiting for a maiden to appear, who should take pity on
me, even in my loathsome disguise, and promise to be my wife, and who
would also have the kindness to let me into her house, and the courage,
at my bidding, to cut off my head.</p>
<p>"Now I can return and claim my father's Kingdom, and thou, most gracious
maiden, will go with me, and be my bride, for thou well deserv'st the
honour."</p>
<p>And this was how the lassie who went to fetch water from the Well o' the
World's End became a Princess.</p>
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