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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 11 |
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And through the door, like a sough of air, And stump, stump, round the twa,
Wi' his bloody head, and his knee banes bare β They'd maist ha'e died of awe !
The wife's black locks ere morn grew white,
They say, as the mountain snaws; The man was as straight as a staff that night,
But he stoop'd when the morning rose.
Still, year and day, as the clock struck Nine,
The hour when they did the sin, The wee bit dog began to whine,
And the ghaist came clattering in.
Ae night there was a fearful flood β
Three days the skies had pour'd ; And white wi' foam, and black wi' mud,
The burn in fury roar'd.
Quo' sheβ" Gude man, ye need na turn
Sae pale in the dim firelight; The Stumpie canna cross the burn
He'll no' be here the night.
" For it's o'er the bank, and it's o'er the linn,
And it's up to the meadow ridge "β "Ay," quo' the Stumpie hirpling in, And he gied the wife a slap on the chin, " But I cam' round by the bridge! "
And stump, stump, stump, to his plays again, _
And o'er the stools and chairs ; Ye'd surely hae thought ten women and men
Were dancing there in pairs. |
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