Halloween. UPON that night, when fairies light Beneath the moon's pale beams; To sport that night. Among the bonny winding banks Where Doon rins, wimplin', clear, Some merry, friendly, country-folks To burn their nits, and pou their stocks, And haud their Halloween Fu' blithe that night. The lasses feat, and cleanly neat, Mair braw than when they're fine; Their faces blithe, fu' sweetly kythe, Hearts leal, and warm, and kin': The lads sae trig, wi' wooer-babs Weel knotted on their garten; Some unco blate, and some wi' gabs Gar lasses' hearts gang startin' Whiles fast at night. Then, first and foremost, through the kail, And wander'd through the bow-kail, And pou't, for want o' better shift, A runt was like a sow-tail, Sae bow't that night. Then, straught or crooked, yird or nane, They roar and cry a' throu'ther; The very wee things, toddlin', rin, Wi' stocks out-owre their shouther; And gif the custoc's sweet or sour, Wi' cannie care, they've placed them |