. Poems and songs . He whistled up Lord Lennox March, To keep his courage cheery ;Altho his hair began to arch, He was sae fleyd and eerie :Till presently he hears a squeak, And then a grane an gruntle :He by his shouther gae a keek, And tumbled wi a wintle Out-owre that night. He roard a horrid murder-shout, In dreadfu desperation !And young and auld cam rinnin out, To hear the sad narration :He swoor twas hilchin Jean MCraw, Or crouchie Merran Humphie,Till stap ! she trotted thro them a; And wha was it but GrumphieAsteer that night! Meg fain wad to the barn hae gane, To win three wechts o na
. Poems and songs . He whistled up Lord Lennox March, To keep his courage cheery ;Altho his hair began to arch, He was sae fleyd and eerie :Till presently he hears a squeak, And then a grane an gruntle :He by his shouther gae a keek, And tumbled wi a wintle Out-owre that night. He roard a horrid murder-shout, In dreadfu desperation !And young and auld cam rinnin out, To hear the sad narration :He swoor twas hilchin Jean MCraw, Or crouchie Merran Humphie,Till stap ! she trotted thro them a; And wha was it but GrumphieAsteer that night! Meg fain wad to the barn hae gane, To win three wechts o naething;1*2But for to meet the deil her lane, She pat but little faith in :She gies the herd a pickle nits, And twa red-cheekit apples,To watch, while for the barn she sets, In hopes to see Tarn KipplesThat very night. She turns the key wi cannie thraw,An owre the threshold ventures; But first on Sawnie gies a ca,Syne bauldly in she enters : A ratton rattled up the wa, And she cried, Lord, preserve her! Halloween. 63. And ran thro midden-hole and a, An prayd wi zeal and fervour, Fu fast that nieht. They hoyt out Will, wi sair advice ; They hecht him some fine braw ane !It chanced the stack he faddomd thrice13 Was timmer propt for thrawin : (,4 Halloween. He taks a swerlie auld moss-oakFor some black grewsome carl in ; And loot a winze, and drew a stroke,Till skin in blypes cam haurlin Affs nieves that night. A wanton widow Leezie was, As canty as a kittlen ;But, och ! that night, amang the shaws, She gat a fearfu settlin!She thro the whins, and by the cairn, And owre the hill gaed scrievin,Whare three lairds lands met at a burn,14 To dip her left sark-sleeve in, Was bent that night. Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays, As thro the glen it wimplt;Whyles round a rocky scaur it stays, Whyles in a wiel it dimplt;Whyles glittered to the nightly rays, Wi bickering, dancing dazzle ;Whyles joukit underneath the braes, Below the spreading hazel, Unseen that night. Amang the brechens, on-
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