sometime when nae ane see'd him,
an' try't that night.
he marches thro' amang the stacks,
tho' he was something sturtin;
the graip he for a harrow taks,
an' haurls at his curpin:
and ev'ry now an' then, he says,
“hemp-seed i saw thee,
an' her that is to be my ss
e after me, an' draw thee
as fast this night.”
he wistl'd up lord lennox' march
to keep his ce cherry;
altho' his hair began to arch,
he was sae fley'd an' eerie:
till presently he hears a squeak,
an'
Halloween(14/21)