Poems and songs By the late Richard Gall. With a memoir of the author |
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THE HAZLEWOOD WITCH. |
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THE HAZLEWOOD WITCH.
For mony lang year I hae heard frae my grannie,
Of brownies an' bogles by yon castle wa',
Of auld withered hags, that were never thought cannie,
An' fairies that danced till they heard the cock craw.
I leugh at her tales; an' last owk, i' the gloamin,
I dander'd, alane, down the Hazlewood green:
Alas! I was reckless, an' rue sair my roaming,
For I met a young witch, wi' twa bonny black een.
Of brownies an' bogles by yon castle wa',
Of auld withered hags, that were never thought cannie,
An' fairies that danced till they heard the cock craw.
I leugh at her tales; an' last owk, i' the gloamin,
I dander'd, alane, down the Hazlewood green:
Alas! I was reckless, an' rue sair my roaming,
For I met a young witch, wi' twa bonny black een.
I thought o' the starns in a frosty night glancing,
Whan a' the lift round them is cloudless an' blue;
I looked again, an' my heart fell a-dancing;
Whan I wad hae spoken, she glamoured my mou'.
O wae to her cantraips! for dumpish'd I wander;
At kirk or at market there's nought to be seen;
For she dances afore me wherever I dander,
The Hazlewood Witch wi' the bonny black een.
Whan a' the lift round them is cloudless an' blue;
I looked again, an' my heart fell a-dancing;
Whan I wad hae spoken, she glamoured my mou'.
O wae to her cantraips! for dumpish'd I wander;
At kirk or at market there's nought to be seen;
For she dances afore me wherever I dander,
The Hazlewood Witch wi' the bonny black een.
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