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Let warlocks grin, and wither'd hags
Tell how wi' you, on ragweed nags,
They skim the muirs and dizzy crags,
Wi' wicked speed:
And in kirk-yards renew their leagues,
Owre howkit dead.
Tell how wi' you, on ragweed nags,
They skim the muirs and dizzy crags,
Wi' wicked speed:
And in kirk-yards renew their leagues,
Owre howkit dead.
Thence countra wives, wi' toil and pain,
May plunge and plunge the kirn in vain;
For O the yellow treasure's taen
By witchin skill;
And dawtit, twal-pint Hawkie's gane
As yell's the Bill.
May plunge and plunge the kirn in vain;
For O the yellow treasure's taen
By witchin skill;
And dawtit, twal-pint Hawkie's gane
As yell's the Bill.
Thence mystic knots mak great abuse,
On young Gudemen, fond, keen, and crouse,
When the best wark-loom in the house,
By cantrip wit,
Is instant made no worth a louse,
Just at the bit.
On young Gudemen, fond, keen, and crouse,
When the best wark-loom in the house,
By cantrip wit,
Is instant made no worth a louse,
Just at the bit.
When thowes dissolve the snawy hoord,
And float the jinglin icy-board,
Than Water-kelpies haunt the ford,
By your direction,
And 'nighted travellers are allur'd
To their destruction.
And float the jinglin icy-board,
Than Water-kelpies haunt the ford,
By your direction,
And 'nighted travellers are allur'd
To their destruction.
And aft your moss-traversing Spunkies
Decoy the wight that late and drunk is;
The bleezin, curst, mischievous monkies,
Delude his eyes,
Till in some miry slough he sunk is,
Ne'er mair to rise.
Decoy the wight that late and drunk is;
The bleezin, curst, mischievous monkies,
Delude his eyes,
Till in some miry slough he sunk is,
Ne'er mair to rise.
