Her cutty-sark, o' Paisley harn, It was her best, and she was vauntie. But here my Muse her wing maun cow'r; Sic flights are far beyond her pow'r; To sing how Nannie lap and flang, (A souple jad she was and strang ;) And how Tam stood, like ane bewitch'd, And thought his very een enrich'd; Ev'n Satan glow'r'd, and fidg'd fu' fain, And hotch'd, and blew wi' might and main; Till first ae caper, syne anither, Tam tint his reason a' thegither, And roars out, " Weel-done, Cutty-sark! And in an instant a' was dark! And scarcely had he Maggie rallied, As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke, When, pop! she starts before their nose! Ah, Tam! ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin' In hell they'll roast thee like a herrin! In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin'! Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read, * It is a well known fact, that witches, or any evil spirits, have no power to follow a poor wight any farther than the middle of the next running stream. It may be proper likewise to mention to the benighted traveller, that when he falls in with Bogles, whatever danger may be in his going forward, there is much more hazard in turi ng back. t [The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough under. stood; but for the sake of those who are unacquainted with the manner and traditions of the country where the scene is cast, notes are added, to give some account of the principal charms and spells of that night, so big with prophecy to the peasantry in the west of Scotland. The passion of prying into futurity makes a striking part of the history of human nature in its rude state, in all ages and nations; and it may be some entertainment to a philosophic mind, if any such should honor the author with a perusal, to see the remains of it among the more unenlightened in our own.] HALLOWEEN.* Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, UPON that night when fairies light, Beneath the moon's pale beams; There, up the cove, to stray an' rove It is thought to be a night when witches, devils, and other mischief. making beings, are all a broad on their baneful midnight errands; partic ularly those aerial people, the fairies, are said on that night to hold a grand anniversary. ↑ Certain little, romantic, rocky, green hills, in the neighborhood of the ancient seat of the earls of Cassilis. A noted cavern near Colean-house, called the Cove of Colean; which, as well as Cassilis Downans, is famed in country story for be ing a favorite haunt for fairies. Amang the rocks an' streams, To sport that night. 11. Amang the bonie, winding banks, Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear, Where Bruce* ance rul'd the martial ranks, Some merry, friendly, countra folks, Together did convene, To burn their nits, an' pou their stocks, An' haud their Halloween, Fu' blythe that night. III. The lasses feat, an' cleanly neat, IV. Then first and foremost, thro' the kail, Their stocks maun a' be sought ance; The famous family of that name, the ancestors of Robert, the great deliverer of his country, were earls of Carrick. The first ceremony of Halloween is, pulling each a stock, or plant of kail. They must go out, hand in hand, with eyes shut, and pull the rst they meet with. Its being big or little, straight or crooked, is prophetic of the size and shape of the grand object of all their spells-the husband or wife. If any yird, or earth, stick to the root, that is toucher, They steek their een, an' graip an' wale, Then, straught, or crooked, yird or nane, Wi' stocks out owre their shouther; Syne coziely, aboon the door, Wi' cannie care they've plac'd them, VI. The lasses staw frae 'mang them a', He grippet Nelly hard an' fast, or fortune; and the taste of the custock, that is, the heart of the stem, is indicative of the natural temper and disposition. Lastly, the stems, or, to give them their ordinary appellation, the runts, are placed somewhere above the head of the door: and the christian names of the people whom chance brings into the house, are, according to the priority of placing the runts, the names in question. They go to the barn-yard, and pull each, at three several times, a stalk of oats. If the third stalk wants the tap-pickle, that is, the grain at the top of the stalk, the party in question will come to the marriage-bed anything but a maid. |