The Canongate Burns. Robert Burns

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      70 Till fuff! he started up the lum, chimney

      And Jean had e’en a sair heart sore

      To see’t that night.

      Poor Willie, wi’ his bow-kail runt, cabbage stalk

      Was burnt wi’ primsie Mallie; prudish

      75 An’ Mary, nae doubt, took the drunt, no, huff

      To be compar’d to Willie:

      Mall’s nit lap out, wi’ pridefu’ fling, nut leaped

      An’ her ain fit, it burnt it; own foot

      While Willie lap, an’ swoor by jing, jumped, swore with conviction

      80 ’Twas just the way he wanted

      To be that night.

      Nell had the Fause-house in her min’, corn drying structure

      She pits hersel an’ Rob in; puts

      In loving bleeze they sweetly join, heat/flame

      85 Till white in ase they’re sobbin: ashes

      Nell’s heart was dancin at the view;

      She whisper’d Rob to leuk for’t: tasted

      Rob, stownlins, prie’d her bonie mou, stealthily, kissed, mouth

      Fu’ cozie in the neuk for’t, snugly, corner

      90 Unseen that night.

      But Merran sat behint their backs, Marion

      Her thoughts on Andrew Bell;

      She lea’es them gashan at their cracks, gabbing, conversation

      An’ slips out by hersel:

      95 She thro’ the yard the nearest taks,

      An’ to the kiln she goes then,

      An’ darklins grapet for the bauks, darkness, groped, cross-beam

And in the blue-clue8 throws them, yarn

      Right fear’t that night.

      100 An’ ay she win’t, an’ ay she swat, winded, sweated

      I wat she made nae jaukin; bet, no delay

      Till something held within the pat, pot/kiln

      Guid Lord! but she was quakin! shaking

      But whether ’twas the Deil himsel,

      105 Or whether ’twas a bauk-en’, end of a beam

      Or whether it was Andrew Bell,

      She did na wait on talkin not

      To spier that night. inquire/find out

      Wee Jenny to her Graunie says, grandmother

      110 ‘Will ye go wi’ me, Graunie?

I’ll eat the apple9 at the glass,

      I gat frae uncle Johnie:’ got, from

      She fuff’t her pipe wi’ sic a lunt, puffed, such, smoke

      In wrath she was sae vap’rin, so, agitated

      115 She notic’t na an aizle brunt not, cinder, burnt

      Her braw, new, worset apron good, worsted/twisted yarn

      Out thro’ that night.

      ‘Ye little Skelpie-limmer’s-face! hussy

      I daur ye try sic sportin, dare, such

      120 As seek the Foul Thief onie place, any

      For him to spae your fortune: foretell

      Nae doubt but ye may get a sight! no

      Great cause ye hae to fear it; have

      For monie a ane has gotten a fright, many, one

      125 An’ liv’d an’ died deleeret, delerious/insane

      On sic a night. such

      ‘Ae Hairst afore the Sherra-moor, one harvest before

      I mind’t as weel’s yestreen, well as yesterday

      I was a gilpey then, I’m sure young girl

      130 I was na past fyfteen: not

      The Simmer had been cauld an’ wat, summer, cold, wet

      An’ Stuff was unco green; corn

      An’ ay a rantan Kirn we gat, rollicking, harvest, got

      An’ just on Halloween

      135 It fell that night.

      ‘Our stibble-rig was Rab M’Graen, leader of the reapers

      A clever, sturdy fallow; fellow

      His Sin gat Eppie Sim wi’ wean, son, got, child

      That lived in Achmachalla:

140 He gat hemp-seed,10 I mind it weel, got, well

      An’ he made unco light o’t;

      But monie a day was by himsel, many

      He was sae sairly frighted so sorely

      That vera night.’

      145 Then up gat fechtan Jamie Fleck, got fighting

      An’ he swoor by his conscience, swore

      That he could saw hemp-seed a peck; sow

      For it was a’ but nonsense:

      The auld guidman raught down the pock, old good-, reached, bag

      150 An’ out a handfu’ gied him; gave

      Syne bad him slip frae ’mang the folk, then, bade, from

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