On Cassilis Downans (2) dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;
Or for Colean the rout is ta'en,
Beneath the moon's pale beams;
There, up the Cove, (3) to stray an' rove,
Amang the rocks and streams
To sport that night;
Amang the bonie winding banks,
Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear;
Where Bruce (4)
ance rul'd the martial ranks,
An' shook his Carrick spear;
Some merry, friendly, countra-folks
Together did convene,
To burn their nits, an' pou their stocks,
Fu' blythe that night.
The lasses feat, an' cleanly neat,
Mair braw than when they're fine;
Their faces blythe, fu' sweetly kythe,
Hearts leal, an' warm, an' kin':
Weel-knotted on their garten;
Some unco blate, an' some wi' gabs
Whiles fast at night.
Then, first an' foremost, thro' the kail,
Their stocks (5)
maun a' be sought ance;
For muckle anes, an' straught anes.
Poor hav'rel Will fell aff the drift,
An' wandered thro' the bow-kail,
An' pou't for want o' better shift
A
runt was like a sow-tail
They roar an' cry a' throu'ther;
The vera wee-things, toddlin, rin,
Wi' stocks out owre their shouther:
An'
gif the custock's sweet or sour,
Wi' joctelegs they taste them;
Syne coziely,
aboon the door,
Wi' cannie care, they've plac'd them
To lie that night.
The lassies
staw frae 'mang them a',
To pou their stalks o' corn; (6)
But Rab slips out, an' jinks about,
He grippit Nelly hard and fast:
Loud skirl'd a' the lasses;
Wi' him that night.
The auld guid-wife's weel-hoordit nits (8)
Are round an' round dividend,
An' mony lads an' lasses' fates
Are there that night decided:
Some start
awa wi' saucy pride,
An' jump out owre the chimlie
Fu' high that night.
Jean slips in twa, wi'
tentie e'e;
Wha 'twas, she
wadna tell;
But this is Jock, an' this is me,
She says in to hersel':
He bleez'd owre her, an' she owre him,
As they wad never
mair part:
Till fuff! he started up the lum,
An' Jean had
e'en a sair heart
To see't that night.
An' Mary, nae doubt, took the drunt,
To be compar'd to Willie:
Mall's
nit lap out, wi' pridefu' fling,
An' her
ain fit, it brunt it;
While Willie lap, and swore by jing,
'Twas just the way he wanted
To be that night.
In loving
bleeze they sweetly join,
Till white in
ase they're sobbin:
Nell's heart was dancin at the view;
She whisper'd Rob to
leuk for't:
Rob, stownlins, prie'd her
bonie mou',
Fu' cozie in the
neuk for't,
Unseen that night.
But Merran sat behint their backs,
Her thoughts on Andrew Bell:
She lea'es them gashin at their cracks,
An' slips out-by hersel';
She thro' the
yard the nearest taks,
An' for the kiln she goes then,
And in the blue-clue (9) throws then,
Right fear't that night.
An' ay she win't, an' ay she swat-
I wat she made nae jaukin;
Till something held within the pat,
Good Lord! but she was quaukin!
But whether 'twas the deil himsel,
Or whether 'twas a bauk-en',
Or whether it was Andrew Bell,
She did na wait on talkin
Wee Jenny to her graunie says,
"Will ye go wi' me, graunie?
I'll eat the apple at the glass, (10)
I gat
frae uncle Johnie:"
She
fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt,
In wrath she was sae vap'rin,
Out thro' that night.
"Ye little skelpie-limmer's face!
I
daur you try sic sportin,
As seek the foul thief ony place,
For him to
spae your fortune:
Nae doubt but ye may
get a sight!
Great cause ye
hae to fear it;
For mony a ane has
gotten a fright,
An' liv'd an' died deleerit,
I mind't as weel's yestreen-
I was na past fyfteen:
An' stuff was unco green;
An' eye a rantin
kirn we gat,
An' just on Halloween
A clever, sturdy fallow;
His
sin gat Eppie Sim wi' wean,
That lived in Achmacalla:
He gat hemp-seed, (11) I
mind it weel,
An'he made unco light o't;
But mony a day was by himsel',
That vera night."
Then up gat fechtin Jamie Fleck,
An' he swoor by his conscience,
That he could saw hemp-seed a peck;
For it was a' but nonsense:
The auld guidman
raught down the pock,
An' out a handfu'
gied him;
Syne bad him slip frae' mang the folk,
An' try't that night.
He marches thro' amang the stacks,
Tho' he was something sturtin;
The
graip he for a harrow taks,
An' haurls at his curpin:
And ev'ry now an' then, he says,
"Hemp-seed I saw thee,
An' her that is to be my lass
Come after me, an' draw thee
As fast this night."
He wistl'd up Lord Lennox' March
To keep his courage cherry;
Altho' his hair began to arch,
He was
sae fley'd an' eerie:
Till presently he hears a squeak,
An' then a
grane an' gruntle;
Out-owre that night.
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu' desperation!
An' young an' auld come rinnin out,
An' hear the sad narration:
He
swoor 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw,
Till stop! she trotted thro' them a';
To
winn three wechts o' naething; (12)
But for to meet the
deil her lane,
She
pat but little faith in:
To watch, while for the barn she sets,
In hopes to see Tam Kipples
An'owre the threshold ventures;
But first on Sawnie gies a ca',
Syne baudly in she enters:
A ratton rattl'd up the wa',
An' she cry'd Lord preserve her!
An' pray'd wi' zeal and fervour,
Fu' fast that night.
It chanc'd the stack he faddom't thrice (13)
Was timmer-propt for thrawin:
For some black, grousome carlin;
An'
loot a winze, an' drew a stroke,
Aff's nieves that night.
A wanton widow Leezie was,
But och! that night, amang the shaws,
She gat a fearfu' settlin!
She thro' the whins, an' by the cairn,
An' owre the hill
gaed scrievin;
Whare three lairds' lan's met at a burn, (14)
To dip her left sark-sleeve in,
Was bent that night.
As thro' the glen it wimpl't;
Whiles round a rocky
scar it strays,
Whiles in a
wiel it dimpl't;
Whiles glitter'd to the nightly rays,
Wi' bickerin', dancin' dazzle;
Whiles
cookit undeneath the braes,
Below the spreading hazel
Unseen that night.
Amang the brachens, on the brae,
Between her an' the moon,
The deil, or else an
outler quey,
Gat up an' ga'e a croon:
Near lav'rock-height she jumpit,
But mist a fit, an' in the pool
Out-owre the lugs she plumpit,
Wi' a plunge that night.
In order, on the clean hearth-stane,
The luggies (15) three are ranged;
An' ev'ry time great care is ta'en
To see them duly changed:
Auld uncle John,
wha wedlock's joys
Sin' Mar's-year did desire,
Because he
gat the
toom dish thrice,
He heav'd them on the fire
In wrath that night.
Wi' merry sangs, an' friendly cracks,
And
unco tales, an' funnie jokes-
Their sports were cheap
an' cheery:
Till butter'd sowens, (16) wi' fragrant lunt,
Syne,
wi' a social glass
o' strunt,
[Footnote 1: Is thought to be a night when witches, devils, and other
mischief-making beings are abroad on their baneful midnight errands;
particularly those aerial people, the fairies, are said on that night to hold
a grand anniversary,.-R.B.]
[Footnote 2: Certain little, romantic, rocky, green hills, in the
neighbourhood of the ancient seat of the Earls of Cassilis.-R.B.]
[Footnote 3: A noted cavern near Colean house, called the Cove of Colean;
which, as well as Cassilis Downans, is famed, in country story, for being a
favorite haunt of fairies.-R.B.]
[Footnote 4: The famous family of that name, the ancestors of Robert, the
great deliverer of his country, were Earls of Carrick.-R.B.]
[Footnote 5: 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
first 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 "tocher,"
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.-R. B.]
[Footnote 6: They go to the barnyard, and pull each, at three different times, a stalk of oats. If the third stalk wants the "top-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.-R.B.]
[Footnote 7: When the corn is in a doubtful state, by being too green or wet,
the stack-builder, by means of old timber, etc., makes a large apartment in
his stack, with an opening in the side which is fairest exposed to the wind:
this he calls a "fause-house."-R.B.][Footnote 8: Burning the nuts is a favorite charm. They name the lad and lass
to each particular nut, as they lay them in the fire; and according as they
burn quietly together, or start from beside one another, the course and issue
of the courtship will be.-R.B.]
[Footnote 9: Whoever would, with success, try this spell, must strictly
observe these directions: Steal out, all alone, to the kiln, and darkling,
throw into the "pot" a clue of blue yarn; wind it in a new clue off the old
one; and, toward the latter end, something will hold the thread: demand, "Wha
hauds?" i.e., who holds? and answer will be returned from the kiln-pot, by
naming the Christian and surname of your future spouse.-R.B.]
[Footnote 10: Take a candle and go alone to a looking-glass; eat an apple
before it, and some traditions say you should comb your hair all the time; the
face of your conjungal companion, to be, will be seen in the glass, as if
peeping over your shoulder.-R.B.]
[Footnote 11: Steal out, unperceived, and sow a handful of hemp-seed,
harrowing it with anything you can conveniently draw after you. Repeat now and
then: "Hemp-seed, I saw thee, hemp-seed, I saw thee; and him (or her) that is
to be my true love, come after me and pou thee." Look over your left shoulder,
and you will see the appearance of the person invoked, in the attitude of
pulling hemp. Some traditions say, "Come after me and shaw thee," that is,
show thyself; in which case, it simply appears. Others omit the harrowing, and
say: "Come after me and harrow thee."-R.B.]
[Footnote 12: This charm must likewise be performed unperceived and alone. You go to the barn, and open both doors, taking them off the hinges, if possible; for there is danger that the being about to appear may shut the doors, and do you some mischief. Then take that instrument used in winnowing the corn, which in our country dialect we call a "wecht," and go through all the attitudes of letting down corn against the wind. Repeat it three times, and the third time an apparition will pass through the barn, in at the windy door and out at the other, having both the figure in question, and the appearance or retinue, marking the employment or station in life.-R.B.]
[Footnote 13: Take an opportunity of going unnoticed to a "bear-stack," and fathom it three times round. The last fathom of the last time you will catch in your arms the appearance of your future conjugal yoke-fellow.-R.B.]
[Footnote 14: You go out, one or more (for this is a social spell), to a south running spring, or rivulet, where "three lairds' lands meet," and dip your left shirt sleeve. Go to bed in sight of a fire, and hang your wet sleeve before it to dry. Lie awake, and, some time near midnight, an apparition, having the exact figure of the grand object in question, will come and turn the sleeve, as if to dry the other side of it.-R.B.]
[Footnote 15: Take three dishes, put clean water in one, foul water in another, and leave the third empty; blindfold a person and lead him to the hearth where the dishes are ranged; he (or she) dips the left hand; if by chance in the clean water, the future (husband or) wife will come to the bar of matrimony a maid; if in the foul, a widow; if in the empty dish, it foretells, with equal certainty, no marriage at all. It is repeated three
times, and every time the arrangement of the dishes is altered.-R.B.]
[Footnote 16: Sowens, with butter instead of milk to them, is always the Halloween Supper.-R.B.]