she notic't na an aizle brunt
her braw, new, worset apron
out thro' that night.
“ye little skelpie-limmer's face!
i daur you try sic sportin,
as seek the foul thief ony pce,
for him to spae your fortune:
nae doubt but ye may get a sight!
great cause ye hae to fear it;
for mony a ane has gotten a fright,
an' liv'd an' died deleerit,
on siight.
“ae hairst afore the sherra-moor,
i mind't as weel's yestreen—
i was a gilpey then, i'm sure
i was na past fyfteen:
the simmer had been cauld an' wat,
Halloween(11/21)