herd a pickle nits,
an' twa red cheekit apples,
to watch, while for the bars,
in hopes to see tam kipples
that vera night.
she turns the key wi' ie thraw,
an'owre the threshold ventures;
but first on sawnie gies a ca',
syne baudly iers:
a ratton rattl'd up the wa',
an' she cry'd lord preserve her!
an' ran thro' midden-hole an' a',
an' pray'd wi' zeal and fervour,
fu' fast that night.
they hoy't out will, wi' sair advice;
they hecht him some fine braw ane;
Halloween(17/21)