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