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He grippit Nelly hard and fast:
Loud skirl'd a' the lasses;
But her tap-pickle maist was lost,
When kittlin i' the Fause-house[1]
Wi' him that night.

The auld Gudewife's weel hoordit nits[2]
Are round and round divided,
And monie lads' and lasses' fates
Are there that night decided:
Some kindle, couthie, side by side,
And burn thegither trimly;
Some start awa, wi' saucy pride,
And jump out-owre the chimlie
Fu' high that night.

Jean slips in twa, wi' tentie ee;
Wha 'twas she wadna tell;
But this is Jock, and that is me,
She says in to hersel:
He bleez'd owre her, and she owre him,
As they wad never mair part,
Till fuff! he started up the lum,
And Jean had e'en a sair heart
To see't that night.

  1. When the corn is in a doubtful state, by being too green or wet, the stack builder, by means of old timber, &'c. makes a large apartment in his stack, with an opening in the side which is most exposed to the wind; this he calls a Fause-house.
  2. Burning the Nuts is a favourite charm.—They name the Lad and Lass to each particular Nut, as they lay them in the fire; and accordingly as they burn quietly together, or start from beside one-another, the issue of the courtship will be.