Ashey Pelt by M. Damant
Well, my grandmother she told me that in them auld days a ewe might be your mother. It is a very lucky thing to have a black ewe.
A man married again, and his daughter, Ashey Pelt, was unhappy. She cried alone, and the black ewe came to her from under the greystone in the field and said, "Don't cry. Go and find a rod behind the stone and strike it three times, and whatever you want will come."
So she did as she was bid.
She wanted to go to a party. Dress and horses and all came to her, but she was bound to be back before twelve o'clock or all the enchantment would go, all she had would vanish.
The sisters they did na' like her, she was so pretty, and the stepmother she kept her in wretchedness just.
She was most lovely. At the party the prince fell in love wit
