then a grane an' gruntle;
he by his shouther gae a keek,
an' tumbled wi' a wintle
out-owre that night.
he roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
in dreadfu' desperation!
an' young an' auld e rinnin out,
an' hear the sad narration:
he swoor 'twas hil jean m'craw,
or crouchie merran humphie—
till stop! she trotted thro' them a';
and wha was it but grumphie
asteer that night!
meg fain wad to the barn gaen,
to winn three wechts o' hing;【3】
but for to meet the deil her ne,
she pat but little
Halloween(15/21)