Halloween（9 / 9）

  but mist a fit, an' in the pool
  out-owre the lugs she plumpit,
  wi' a plunge that night.
  in order, on the clean hearth-stane,
  the luggies three are ranged;
  an' ev'ry time great care is ta'en
  to see them duly changed:
  auld uncle john, wha wedlock's joys
  sin' mar's-year did desire,
  because he gat the toom dish thrice,
  he heav'd them on the fire
  in wrath that night.
  wi' merry sangs, an' friendly cracks,
  i wat they did na weary;
  and unco tales, an' funnie jokes—
  their sports were cheap an' cheery:
  till butter'd sowens, wi' fragrant lunt,
  set a' their gabs a-steerin;
  syne, wi' a social glass o' strunt,
  they parted aff careerin
  fu' blythe that night. ↑返回顶部↑