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Some kindle, couthie, side by side,
Some start awa wi' saucy pride,
Fu' high that night.
Jean slips in twa wï' tentie e'e;
He bleez'd owre her, an' she owre him,
An' Jean had e'en a sair heart
To see't that night.
Poor Willie, wi' his bow-kail runt,
Mall's nit lap out wi' pridefu' fling,
An' her ain fit it brunt it;
While Willie lap, and swoor by jing, 'Twas just the way he wanted
To be that night.
Nell had the fause-house in her min',
She whisper'd Rob to leuk for't:
Unseen that night.
But Merran sat behint their backs,
She thro' the yard the nearest taks,
Right fear't that night.
An' aye she win't, an' aye she swat,
To spier that night.
Wee Jenny to her graunie says,
Whoever would, with success, try this spell, must strictly observe these directions: Steal out, all alone, to the kiln, and, darkling, throw into the pot, a clue of blue yarn; wind it in a new clue off the old one; and, towards the latter end, something will hold the thread; demand, who hauds? i. e. who holds; and answer will be returned from the kiln-pot, by naming the christian and sirname of your future spouse.
Take a candle, and go alone to a lookingglass; eat an apple before it, and some traditions say, you should comb your hair all the time; the face of your conjugal companion, to be, will be seen in the glass, as if peeping over your shoulder.
She suff't her pipe wi' sie a lunt,
Her braw new worset apron
Out thro' that nighte
"Ye little skelpie-limmer's face!
On sic a night.
"Ae hairst afore the Sherra-moor,
I mind't as weel's yestreen,
I was a gilpey then, I'm sure
The simmer had been cauld an' wat,
An' stuff was unco green;
An' aye a rantin kirn we gat,
And just on Halloween
It fell that night.
"Our stibble-rig was Rab M'Graen,
A clever, sturdy fallow;
He gat hemp-seed, I mind it weel,
That vera night."
*Steal out, unperceived, and sow a handful of hemp-seed; harrowing it with any thing you can conveniently draw after you. Repeat now and
Then up gat fechtin Jamie Fleck,
An' he swoor by his conscience,
The auld guidman raught down the pock,
An' try't that night.
He marches thro' amang the stacks,
An' her that is to be my lass,
As fast this night."
He whistl'd up lord Lenox' march,
To keep his courage cheary;
Out-owre that night.
then, "Hemp-seed, I saw thee, hemp-seed, I saw thee; and him (or her) that is to be my true-love, come after me and pou thee." Look over your left shoulder, and you will see the appearance of the person invoked, in the attitude of pulling hemp. Some traditions say, "come after me, and shaw thee," that is, show thyself; in which case it simply appears. Others omit the harrowing, and say, come after me, and harrow thee."
He roar'd a horrid murder-shaut,
An' young an' auld came rinnin out,
Asteer that night!
Meg fain wad to the barn gaen,
To win three wechts o' naething*;
To watch, while for the barn she sets,
That vera night.
She turns the key wi' eaunie thraw,
An' owre the threshold ventures;
But first on Sawnie gies a ca',
* This charm must likewise be performed, unperceived, and alone. You go to the barn, and open both doors, taking them off the hinges, if possible; for there is danger, that the being, about to appear, may shut the doors, and do you some mischief. Then take that instrument used in winnowing the corn, which, in our country dialect, we call a wecht; and go through all the attitudes of letting down corn against the wind. Repeat it three times; and the third time, an apparition will pass through the barn, in at the windy door, and out at the other, having both the figure in question, and the appearance or retinue, marking the employment or station in life.