A pretty little dear she was, but her wanted to know too much. There was fields down along as wasn't liked. No one cared much about working there. Y'see, 'twas all elder there, and there was a queer wind used to blow there most times, and sounded like someone talking it would.
From "Tibb's Cat and the Apple-Tree Man," Katherine M. Briggs and Ruth L. Tongue, Folktales of England