owre a linn the burnie pys,
as thro' the glen it wimpl't;
whiles round a rocky scar it strays,
whiles in a wiel it dimpl't;
whiles glitter'd to the nightly rays,
wi' bickerin', dan' dazzle;
whiles cookit uh the braes,
below the spreading hazel
uhat night.
amang the bras, on the brae,
between her an' the moon,
the deil, or else an outler quey,
gat up an' ga'e a :
poor leezie's heart maist p the hool;
near v'rock-height she jumpit,
but mist a fit, an' in the pool
out-owre the lug
Halloween(19/21)