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Whyles ragin like a roarin lion,
For prey, a' holes and corners tryin;
Whyles, on the strong-wing'd tempest flyin,
Tirling the kirks;
Whyles in the human bosom pryin,
Unseen thou lurks.
For prey, a' holes and corners tryin;
Whyles, on the strong-wing'd tempest flyin,
Tirling the kirks;
Whyles in the human bosom pryin,
Unseen thou lurks.
I've heard my rev'rend Grannie say,
In lanely glens ye like to stray;
Or whare auld ruin'd castles grey
Nod to the moon,
Ye fright the nightly wandirer's way
Wi' eldritch croon!
In lanely glens ye like to stray;
Or whare auld ruin'd castles grey
Nod to the moon,
Ye fright the nightly wandirer's way
Wi' eldritch croon!
When twilight did my Grannie summon
To say her prayers, douce, honest woman,
Aft 'yont the dyke she's heard you hummin,
Wi' eerie drone;
Or, rustlin thro' the bourtries, comin
Wi' heavy groan.
To say her prayers, douce, honest woman,
Aft 'yont the dyke she's heard you hummin,
Wi' eerie drone;
Or, rustlin thro' the bourtries, comin
Wi' heavy groan.
Ae dreary, windy, winter-night,
The stars shot down wi' sklentin light,
Wi' you, mysel, I gat a fright,
Ayont the loch;
Ye, like a rash-bush stood in sight,
Wi' wavin sugh.
The stars shot down wi' sklentin light,
Wi' you, mysel, I gat a fright,
Ayont the loch;
Ye, like a rash-bush stood in sight,
Wi' wavin sugh.
The cudgel in my nieve did shake,
Each bristled hair stood like a stake,
When wi' an eldritch stoor quaick quaick,
Amang the springs,
Awa ye squatter'd like a drake,
On whistling wings.
Each bristled hair stood like a stake,
When wi' an eldritch stoor quaick quaick,
Amang the springs,
Awa ye squatter'd like a drake,
On whistling wings.
