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And ran through midden-hole and a',
And pray'd, wi' zeal and fervour,
Fu' fast that night.
And pray'd, wi' zeal and fervour,
Fu' fast that night.
They hoy't out Will, wi' fair advice,
They becht him some fine braw ane:
It chanc'd the stack he faddom't thrice,[1]
Was timmer-propt for thrawin:
He taks a swirlie auld moss oak,
For some black, grousome carlin:
And loot a winze, and drew a stroke,
Till skin in blypes cam haurlin
Aff's nieves that night.
They becht him some fine braw ane:
It chanc'd the stack he faddom't thrice,[1]
Was timmer-propt for thrawin:
He taks a swirlie auld moss oak,
For some black, grousome carlin:
And loot a winze, and drew a stroke,
Till skin in blypes cam haurlin
Aff's nieves that night.
A wanton widow Leezie was,
As cantie as a kittlin;
But, och! this night, amang the shaws,
She gat a fearfu' settlin!
She through the whins, and by the cairn,
And o'er the hill gaed scrievin,
Whar three lairds' lands met at a burn,[2]
To dip her left sark-sleeve in,
Was bent that night.
As cantie as a kittlin;
But, och! this night, amang the shaws,
She gat a fearfu' settlin!
She through the whins, and by the cairn,
And o'er the hill gaed scrievin,
Whar three lairds' lands met at a burn,[2]
To dip her left sark-sleeve in,
Was bent that night.
- ↑ Take an opportunity of going, unnoticed, to a bear-stack, and fathom it three times round. The last fathom of the last time, you will cach in your arms the appearance of your future conjugal yoke-fellow.
- ↑ You go out, one or more (for this is a social spell), to a south running spring or rivulet, where three lairds' lands meet, and dip your left shirt-sleeve; go to bed, in sight of a fire, and hang your wet sleeve before it to dry; lie awake, and, sometime before midnight, an apparition, having the
