it c'd the stack he faddom't thrice
was timmer-propt for thrawin:
he taks a swirlie auld moss-oak
for some bck, grousome carlin;
an' loot a winze, an' drew a stroke,
till skin in blypes cam haurlin
aff's hat night.
a wanton widow leezie was,
as tie as a kittlen;
but och! that night, amang the shaws,
she gat a fearfu' settlin!
she thro' the whins, an' by the ,
an' owre the hill gaed scrievin;
whare three irds' n's met at a burn,
to dip her left sark-sleeve in,
was bent that night.
whiles
Halloween(18/21)