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Halloween
(专辑: Westwinds - 2012)
He wistl'd up Lord Lennox' March To keep his courage cherry Altho' me hair began to arch He was sae fley'd an' eerie: Till presently we hears a
squeak An' then a
grane an' gruntle An over me shouther gae a
keek An' tumbled wi' a
wintle He roar'd a
horrid murder-shout In dreadfu' desperation! An' young an' auld come rinnin out To hear the
sad narration: He swoor 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw Or crouchie Merran Humphie Till stop! she trotted thro' them a' And wha was it but grumphie Upon that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans dance Or owre the
lays, in splendid blaze On sprightly coursers prance Or for Colean the
rout is ta'en Beneath the
moon's beams There, up the
Cove, to stray an' rove Amang the
rocks and streams Fu' blythe that night Amang the
brachens, on the
brae Between her an' the
moon The
devil, or else an outler quey Gat up an' ga'e a
croon: Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the
hool Near lav'rock-height she jumpit But mist a
fit, an' in the
pool Out-owre the
lugs she plumpit Amang the
bonie winding banks Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear Where Bruce ance rul'd the
martial ranks An' shook his Carrick spear Some merry, friendly, countra-folks Together did convene To burn their nits, an' pou their stocks An' haud their Halloween Fu' blythe that night Wee Jenny to her graunie says "Will ye go wi' me, graunie? I'll eat the
apple at the
glass I
gat frae uncle Johnnie: " She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a
lunt In wrath she was sae vap'rin She notic't na an aizle brunt Her braw, new, worset apron Ye little skelpie-limmer's face! I
daur you try sic sportin As seek the
foul thief ony place For him to spae your fortune: Nae doubt but ye may get a
sight! Great cause ye hae to fear it For mony a
ane has gotten a
fright An' liv'd an' died deleerit Upon that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans dance Or owre the
lays, in splendid blaze On sprightly coursers prance Or for Colean the
rout is ta'en Beneath the
moon's beams There, up the
Cove, to stray an' rove Amang the
rocks and streams Amang the
bonie winding banks Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear Where Bruce ance rul'd the
martial ranks An' shook his Carrick spear Some merry, friendly, countra-folks Together did convene To burn their nits, an' pou their stocks An' haud their Halloween
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