bleezâd owre her, anâ she owre him,
As they wad never mair part,
Till fuff! he started up the lum,
Anâ Jean had eâen a sair heart
To seeât that night.
Poor Willie , wiâ his bow-kail runt ,
Was brunt wiâ primsie Mallie ;
Anâ Mary , nae doubt, took the drunt,
To be comparâd to Willie :
Mall âs nit lap out, wiâ pridefuâ fling,
Anâ her ain fit, it brunt it;
While Willie lap, anâ swoor by jing ,
âTwas just the way he wanted
To be that night.
Nell had the Fause-house in her minâ,
She pits hersel anâ Rob in;
In loving bleeze they sweetly join,
Till white in ase theyâre sobbin:
Nell âs heart was dancin at the view;
She whisperâd Rob to leuk forât;
Rob , stownlins, prieâd her bonie mou,
Fuâ cozie in the neuk forât,
Unseen that night.
But Merran sat behint their backs,
Her thoughts on Andrew Bell ;
She leaâes them gashan at their cracks,
Anâ slips out by hersel:
She throâ the yard the nearest taks,
Anâ for the kiln she goes then,
Anâ darklins grapet for the bauks ,
And in the blue-clue 9 throws then,
Right fearât that night.
Anâ ay she winât , anâ ay she swat,
I wat she made nae jaukin;
Till something held within the pat ,
Good Lord! but she was quaukin!
But whether âtwas the Deil himsel,
Or whether âtwas a bauk-en â,
Or whether it was Andrew Bell ,
She did na wait on talkin
To spier that night.
Wee Jenny to her Graunie says,
âWill ye go wiâ me Graunie?
Iâll eat the apple at the glass , 10
I gat frae uncle Johnie:â
She fuffât her pipe wiâ sic a lunt,
In wrath she was sae vapârin,
She noticât na, an aizle brunt
Her braw, new, worset apron
Out throâ that night.
âYe little Skelpie-limmerâs-face!
I daur you try sic sportin,
As seek the foul Thief onie place,
For him to spae your fortune:
Nae doubt but ye may get a sight !
Great cause ye hae to fear it;
For monie a ane has gotten a fright,
Anâ livâd anâ diâd deleeret,
On sic a night.
âAe Hairst afore the Sherra-moor ,
I mindât as weelâs yestreen,
I was a gilpey then, Iâm sure,
I was na past fyfteen:
The Simmer had been cauld anâ wat,
Anâ Stuff was unco green;
Anâ ay a rantan Kirn we gat,
Anâ just on Halloween
It fell that night.
âOur Stibble-rig was Rab MâGraen ,
A clever, sturdy fallow;
His Sin gat Eppie Sim wiâ wean,
That livâd in Achmacalla:
He gat hemp-seed , 11 I mind it weel,
Anâ he made unco light oât;
But monie a day was by himsel ,
He was sae sairly frighted
That vera night.â
Then up gat fechtan Jamie Fleck,
Anâ he swoor by his conscience,
That he could saw hemp-seed a peck;
For it was aâ but nonsense:
The auld guidman raught down the pock,
Anâ out a handfuâ gied him;
Syne bad him slip frae âmang the folk,
Sometime when nae ane seeâd him,
Anâ tryât that night.
He marches throâ amang the stacks,
Thoâ he was something sturtan;
The graip he for a harrow taks,
Anâ haurls at his curpan:
And evâry now anâ then, he says,
âHemp-seed I saw thee,
Anâ her that is to be my lass,
Come after me anâ draw thee
As fast this night.â
He whistlâd up Lord Lenoxâ march ,
To keep his courage cheary;
Althoâ his hair began to arch,
He was sae fleyâd anâ eerie:
Till presently he hears a squeak,
Anâ then a grane anâ gruntle;
He by his showther gae a keek,
Anâ tumblâd wiâ a wintle
Out owre that night.
He roarâd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfuâ desperation!
Anâ young anâ auld come rinnan out,
Anâ hear the sad narration:
He swoor âtwas hilchan Jean MâCraw ,
Or crouchie Merran Humphie ,
Till stop! she
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