;rer's way,
wi' eldritch .
when twilight did my graunie summon,
to say her pray'rs, douse, ho woman!
aft'yont the dyke she's heard you bummin,
wi' eerie drone;
or, rustlin, thro' the boortrees in,
wi' heavy groan.
ae dreary, windy, winter night,
the stars shot down wi' sklentin light,
wi' you, mysel' i gat a fright,
ayont the lough;
ye, like a rash-buss, stood in sight,
wi' wavin' sough.
the cudgel in my nieve did shake,
each brist'ld hair stood like a stake,
when wi'
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