as ne'er poor sinner was abroad in.
the wind blew as 'twad bwn its st;
the rattling showers rose o;
the speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd;
loud, deep, and ng, the thunder bellow'd:
that night, a child might uand,
the deil had business on his hand.
weel-mounted on his grey mare, meg,
a better never lifted leg,
tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire,
despising wind, and rain, and fire;
whiles holding fast his gude blue bo,
whiles ing o'er some auld scots so,
whiles glow'rin round wi' prudent cares,
lest bogles catc
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