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To watch, while for the barn she sets,
In hopes to see Tarn Kipples
That vera night.
She turns the key, wi' cannie thraw.
An' owre the threshold ventures ;
But first on Sawnie gies a ca'.
Syne bauldly in she enters :
A ratton rattl'd up the wa%
An she cry'd, L — d preserve her !
An' ran thro'v midden-hole an' a'.
An' pray'S wi' zeal and fervour,
Fu fast that night.
They hoy't out Will, wi' sair advice ;
They hecht him some fine braw ane ;
It chanc'd the stack he faddom't thrice,*
Was timmer-propt for thrawin :
He taks a swirlie, auld moss-oak.
For some black, grousome carlin ;
An' loot a winze, t an' drew a stroke.
Till skin in blypes cam haurlin
AfF's nieves that nightv
A wanton widow Leezie was.
As cantie as a kittlen ;
But Och ! that night, amang the shaws.
She got a fearfu' settlin !
She thro' the whins, an' by the cairn.
An' owre the hill gaed scrievin,
* Take an opportunity of going, unnoticed, to a bear- stack,
and fathom it three times round. The last fathom of the last
lime you will catch in your arms the appearance of your future
conjugal j'oke-fellow.
t An oath.