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But Merran sat behint their backs,
Her thoughts on Andrew Bell; She lea'es them gashin at their cracks,
And slips out by hersel:
An' to the kiln she goes then,
Right fear't that night.
An' aye she win't, an' aye she swat,
I wat she made nae jaukin;
Guid L-d! but she was quakin!
Or whether 'twas a bauk-en', Or whether it was Andrew Bell, She didna wait on talkin
To spier that night.
Wee Jennie to her Grannie says,
• Will ye go wi' me, grannie ? I'll eat the apple at the glass,
I gat frae uncle Johnie:'
In wrath she was sae vap'rin,
Out-thro' that night.
Ye little skelpie-limmer's face!
How daur you try sic sportin, As seek the foul Thief ony 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, An' liv'd an' di'd deleeret
On sic a night.
"Ae hairst afore the Sherra-moor,
I mind't as weel's yestreen, I was a gilpey then, I'm sure
I wasna past fyfteen : The simmer had been cauld an’ wat,
An' stuff was unco green; An'aye a rantin kirn we gat, An' just on Halloween
It fell that night.
• Our stibble-rig was Rab MʻGraen,
A clever, sturdy fallow;
That liv'd in Achmacalla:
An' he made unco light o't; But monie a day was by himsel, He was sae sairly frighted
That vera night.'
Then up gat fechtin Jamie Fleck,
An' he swoor' by his conscience, That he could saw hemp seed a peck;
For it was a' but nonsense:
An' out a handfu' gied him;
An' try't that night.
He marches thro' amang the stacks,
Tho' he was something sturtin;
Au' haurls at his curpin:
* Hemp-seed I saw thee,
As fast this night.'
He whistI'd up Lord Lenox' march
To keep his courage cheery; Altho' his hair began to arch,
He was sae fley'd an' eerie: Till presently he hears a squeak,
An' then a grane an' gruntle; He by his shouther gae a keek, An' tumbl’d wi' a wintle
Out-owre that night.