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Syne bad hin flip frae 'mang the folk,
Antıy't that night.
Tho' he was something fturtin'
An' haurls at his curpin:
• Hemp-feed I saw thee, "An' her that is to be
• As fast that night.
To keep his courage cheary;
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,
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:
An'twa red cheekit apples,
Tliat vera night.
An' onre the threshold ventures;
Syce bauldly in the enters;
* 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!
Fu' faft that night.
They hecht him some fine braw ane;
Was timmer-propt for thrawin:
For some black, groufome Carlin ; An' loot a winze, an' drew a stroke, Till skin in blypes cam haurlin
Aff's pieves that night.
As kantie as a kittlin ;
She got a fearfu' settlin!
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 *,
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,
Gat up an gied a croon:
Near lav'rock height she jumpit,
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.
The Luggies three * are ranged;
To see them duly changed :
Sin' Mar's-year did defire,
In wrath that night.
I wat they did na weary ;
Their sports were cheap and cheary :
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.