I wrote a song called The Pear Tree some years back (and have forgotten and mislaid the words) - based on a medieval French story, in which a master, his wife and his apprentice are out in the fields. The apprentice climbs the pear tree and shouts out that he's shocked his master should behave this way in public. When he climbs down he explains that when he was up in the tree he "saw" his master making love to his wife. The master, keen to see this miracle, climbs up the tree and guess what - sees the apprentice making love to his wife. He's most impressed with the magic of the tree and never seems to suspect what's really going on.

Old, old story at the root of this story and the Scottish ballad, and all to do with lechery!

Anne