Kirkpatrick of Closeburn

OF CLOSEBURN.
Then every lady sang a sang :
Some gay — some sad and sweet,
Like tunefu' birds the woods amang,
Till a' begun to greet.
E'en cruel Lindsay shed a tear,
Forletting malice deep —
As mermaids wi' their warbles clear,
Can sing the waves to sleep.
And now to bed they all are dight,
Now steek they ilka door ;
There's nought but stillness o' the night,
Whare was sic din before.
Fell Lindsay put his harness on,
His steed doth ready stand ;
And up the staircase is he gone,
"Wi' poniard in his hand.
The sweat did on his forehead break,
He shook wi' guilty fear ;
In air he heard a joyfu' shriek,
Bed Cummin's ghaist was near.
Now to the chamber doth he creep —
A lamp of glimmering ray,
Show'd young Kirkpatrick fast asleep
In arms of lady gay.
He lay wi' bare unguarded breast,
By sleepy juice beguiled ;
And sometimes sigh'd by dreams opprest,
And sometimes sweetly smiled.
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