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locks gri, an&039; wither&039;d hags,

tell how wi&039; you, on ragweed nags,

they ski the uirs an&039; dizzy crags,

wi&039; wicked speed;

and kirk-yards renew their leagues,

owre howkit dead

thence untra wives, wi&039; toil and pa,

ay pn an&039; pn the kirn va;

for oh! the yellow treasure&039;s ta&039;en

by witch&039; skill;

an&039; dawtit, al-pt hawkie&039;s gane

as yell&039;s the bill

thence ystic knots ak great abe

on young guidn, fond, keen an&039; croe,

when the best wark- i&039; the hoe,

by cantrip wit,

is stant ade no worth a loe,

jt at the bit

when thowes dislve the snawy hoord,

an&039; float the jgl&039; icy boord,

then water-kelpies haunt the foord,

by your direction,

and &039;nighted trav&039;llers are alr&039;d

to their destruction

and aft your oss-travers spunkies

dey the wight that te an&039; drunk is:

the bleez, curst, ischievo onkies

dede his eyes,

till iry slough he sunk is,

ne&039;er air to rise

when ans&039; ystic word an&039; grip

stors an&039; tepests raise you up,

ck or cat your ra aun s,

or, stran to tell!

the younst brither ye wad whip

aff straught to hell

ng syne eden&039;s bonie yard,

when youthfu&039; lovers first were pair&039;d,

an&039; all the ul of love they shar&039;d,

the raptur&039;d hour,

sweet on the fragrant flow&039;ry swaird,

shady bower;

then you, ye auld, snick-drag dog!

ye ca to paradise g,

an&039; py&039;d on an a cursed brogue,

(bck be your fa&039;!)

an&039; gied the fant warld a shog,

&039;aist rui&039;d a&039;

d&039;ye d that day when a bizz

wi&039; reekit duds, an&039; reestit gizz,

ye did present your soutie phiz

&039;ang better folk,

an&039; sklented on t