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But for to meet the Deil her lane,
She pat but little faith in:
She gies the Herd a piękle nits,
An’twa red cheekit apples,
That vera night.
SAE turns the key, wi' cannie throw,
An’o.wre the threshold ventures ;
But first on Sawnie gies a ca',
Syne bauldly in the enters :
country-dialect, we call a wecht; and go through all the attitudespf 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.qut at the other, having both the figure in question, and the appearance of retinue, marking the employmentor station in life.
A ratton rattl'd up the wa'
An' the cry'd, L-d preserve her! An' ran thro'midden-hole an'a', An' pray'd wi' zeal and fervour,
Fu' faft that night.
THEY hoy't out Will, wi' fair advice ;
They hetcht him some fine braw ane;
It chanc'd the Stack he faddom't Ibrice, *.
Was timmer-propt for thrawin: He taks a swirlie, auld moss-oak,
For some black, groufome-Carlin ; An' loot a winze, an' drew. a stroke,
Till skin in blypes cam haurlin
xxiv. Take an opportunity of going, unnoticed, to a Bear-stack, and fathom it three times round. The last fathom of the last time, you will catch in your arms the appearance of your future conjugal yoke-fellow.
A WANTON widow Leezie was,
As cantie as a kittlen;
But, Och! that night, amang the flaws,
She gat a fearfu' settlin'!
She thro' the whips, an' by the cairn,
An' owre the hill gaed (crievin, Whare three Lairds' lands met al a burn *, To dip her left fark-fleeve in,
Was bent that night.
WHYLES Owre a linn the burnie plays,
Whyles * You go out, one or more, for this is a social spell, to a south running spring or rivulet, where 'three Lairds’lands meet;' and dip your left shirt-sleeve. Go to bed in sight of a fire, and hang your wet sleeve before it to dry. Lie awake; and some time near midnight, an apparition, having the exact figure of the grand object in question, will come and turn the sleeve, as ifta dry the other side of it,
Whyles round a rocky scar it strays;
Whyles in a wiel it dimpl’t; Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays,
Wi' bickering, dancing dazzle; Whyles cookit underneath the braes,
Below the spreading hazle
Unseen that night.
AMANG the brachens, on the brae,
Between her an' the moon,
The Deil, or else an outler Quey,
gae a croon:
Poor Leezie's heart mai't lap the hool;
Near lav'rock-height she jumpit,
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;
To see them duly changed:
Sin Mar's-year did defire,
In wrath that night.
* Take three dishes; put clean water in one, foul water in another, and leave the third empty: blindfold a person, lead him to the hearth where the dishes are ranged; he (or she) dips the left hand: if by chance in the clean water, the future, husband or wife will come to the bar of Matrimony a maid; if in the foul, a widow; if in the empty dish, it foretells, with equal certainty, no marriage at all. It is repeated three times ; and every time the arrangement of the dishes is alteredi