Syne bad hin flip frae 'mang the folk,
Some time when nae ane seed him,

Antıy't that night.

XVIII.
He marches thro' amang the Hacks,

Tho' he was something fturtin'
The graip he for a harrow taks,

An' haurls at his curpin:
And ev'ry now an' then, he says,

• Hemp-feed I saw thee, "An' her that is to be

my

lass
• come after me an' draw thee

• As fast that night.

XIX.
He whistled up Lord Lenox' march

To keep his courage cheary;
Altho' his hair began to arch,

He was fae fley'd an eerie; Till presently he hears a squeak,

An' then a grane an' gruntle; He by his shouther gae a keek, An':tumbi'd wi'a wintle

Out owre that night,

XX.

He roar'd a horrid murder-fhout,

In dreadfu' desperation ! An' young

an' auld come rinnin out, An' hear the sad narration;

He fwoor 'twas hilchin Jean M‘Craw,

Or crouchie Merran Humplie, Till stop! The trotted thro' them a'; An' wha was it but Grumphie

Attaer that nigkt!

XXI. Meg fain would to the Bain gaen,

To win three wechts o'naething *; But for to meet the Deil her lane,

She pat but little faith in:
She gits the Herd a pickle nits,

An'twa red cheekit apples,
To watch, while for the Barn she fets,
In hopes to see Tam Kipples

Tliat vera night.

XXII.
She turns the key, wi cannie thraw,

An' onre the threshold ventures;
But first on Sawnie gies a ca’,

Syce bauldly in the enters;

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* This charm must likewise be performed unperceived and alone. You go to the Barn, and open bo!h doors, taking them off the hinges, if poflible; for there is dauger, that the being about to appear, may shut the doors, and do you some mischief. Then take that inflrumeut uled in winnowing the corn, which in our country dialect, we call a Wecht, and go th:o' all the attitudes of letting down Corn againit the wind. Repeat it three times; and the thud time ao appa:ition will pass th:o' the Barn, in at the windy door, and out at the other, having both the figure in question, and the appearance of retiave marking the employment or Station in life,

A ratton, rattl'd up the wa',

An' she cry'd, L-d preserve her!
An’ran thro' midden-hole an'a',
And pray d wi' zeal an fervour,

Fu' faft that night.

XXIII,
They hoy't out Will, wi' fair advice;

They hecht him some fine braw ane;
It chanc'd the Stack he faddon't thrice, *

Was timmer-propt for thrawin:
He taks a swirlie, auld moss-oak,

For some black, groufome Carlin ; An' loot a winze, an' drew a stroke, Till skin in blypes cam haurlin

Aff's pieves that night.

XXIV.
A wanton widow Leezie was,

As kantie as a kittlin ;
But, Och! that night, amang the shaws,

She got a fearfu' settlin!
She thro' the whins, 'an' by the cairn,

An'owre the hill gaed scrievin,

* Take an opportunity of going, unnoticed, to a Bele-stack, and fathom it three times round. I'he last fation of the lait time, you will catch in your arms the appearance of your iuture Conjugal yoke-fellow,

Where three Laird's lands' met at a burn *,
To dip ker left fark-sleeve in,

Was bent that night.

XXV. Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays,

As thro' the glen it wimplit; Whyles round a rocky scar it strays; Whyles in a wiel it dimplt; Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rayo

Wi' bickering, dancing dazzle.; Whyles cookit underneath the braes,

Below the spreading hazzle,

Unseen that niglit

XXVI. Amang the brachens on the brae

Between her an' the moon,
The Deil, or else an outler Quay

Gat up an gied a croon:
Poor Leezie's heart maift lap the hool's

Near lav'rock height she jumpit,
But mift a fit an' in the Pool
Out-owre the lugs she plumpit,

Wi' a plunge that night.

* You go out one or more, for this is a social spell, to à south-running spring or rivalet, where " three Laird's lands meet," and dip your left shirt'sleeve. Go to bed io sight of a fire, aud hang your wet sleeve before it to dry. Lie awake; and sometime near midnight, an apparition, having the exact figure of the grand object in question, will come and turn the Heeve, as if to dry the other ade of it.

XXVII.
In order, on the clean hearth Atane,

The Luggies three * are ranged;
An' ev'ry time great care is talen

To see them duly changed :
Auld uncle John, wha wedlock's joys

Sin' Mar's-year did defire,
Because he gat the toom dish thrice,
He heav'd them on the fire,

In wrath that night.

XXVIII.
Wi' merry fangs, and friendly cracks,

I wat they did na weary ;
And unco tales, an' funnie-jokes,

Their sports were cheap and cheary :
Till butter'd So'ns t, wi' fragrant luat,

Set a’ their gabs a steerin ; Syne, wi'a social glass o' strunt, They parted aff careeria

Fu'blythe that night.

* Take three difhes ; put clean water in one, foul water in another, and leave the third empty : blindfold a perfon, and lead him to the hearth where the dishes are ranged; lie (or fhe) dips the left hand; if by chance in the clean water, the fature husband or wife will come to the bar of Matrim.ony a maid ; if in the foul, a widow ; if in the empty dish, it foretel!s, with equat certainty, no marriage at all. It is repeated three times; and every time the arrangement of the dishes is allered.

+ Sowens, with butter instead of milk to them, is always the Halloween Supper.

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