Halloween（4 / 9）

  in loving bleeze they sweetly join,
  till white in ase they're sobbin:
  nell's heart was dancin at the view;
  she whisper'd rob to leuk for't:
  rob, stownlins, prie'd her bonie mou',
  fu' cozie in the neuk for't,
  unseen that night.
  but merran sat behint their backs,
  her thoughts on andrew bell:
  she lea'es them gashin at their cracks,
  an' slips out—by hersel';
  she thro' the yard the nearest taks,
  an' for the kiln she goes then,
  an' darklins grapit for the bauks,
  and in the blue-clue throws then,
  right fear't that night.
  an' ay she win't, an' ay she swat—
  i wat she made nae jaukin;
  till something held within the pat,
  good lord! but she was quaukin!
  but whether 'twas the deil himsel,
  or whether 'twas a bauk-en',
  or whether it was andrew bell,
  she did na wait on talkin
  to spier 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 johnie:”
  she fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt, ↑返回顶部↑