Hallowe'en
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โฑ๏ธ 3:40 duration
๐ ID: 6372701
๐ Lyrics
He wistl'd up Lord Lennox' March
To keep his courage cherry
Altho' me hair began to arch
He was sae fley'd an' eerie
Till presently we hears a squeak
An' then a grane an' gruntle
An over me shouther gae a keek
An' tumbled wi' a wintle
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout
In dreadfu' desperation!
An' young an' auld come rinnin out
To hear the sad narration
He swoor 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw
Or crouchie Merran Humphie
Till stop! she trotted thro' them a'
And wha was it but grumphie
Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downan's dance
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze
On sprightly coursers prance
Or for Colean the rout is ta'en
Beneath the moon's beams
There, up the Cove, to stray an' rove
Amang the rocks and streams
Fu' blythe that night
Amang the brachens, on the brae
Between her an' the moon
The devil, or else an outler quey
Gat up an' ga'e a croon
Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool
Near lav'rock-height she jumpit
But mist a fit, an' in the pool
Out-owre the lugs she plumpit
Amang the bonie winding banks
Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear
Where Bruce 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
An' haud their Halloween
Fu' blythe that night
Wee Jenny to her graunie says
"Will ye go wi' me, graunie?
I'll eat the apple at the glass
I gat frae uncle Johnnie:"
She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt
In wrath she was sae vap'rin
She notic't na an aizle brunt
Her braw, new, worset apron
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
Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downan's dance
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze
On sprightly coursers prance
Or for Colean the rout is ta'en
Beneath the moon's beams
There, up the Cove, to stray an' rove
Amang the rocks and streams
Amang the bonie winding banks
Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear
Where Bruce 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
An' haud their Halloween
To keep his courage cherry
Altho' me hair began to arch
He was sae fley'd an' eerie
Till presently we hears a squeak
An' then a grane an' gruntle
An over me shouther gae a keek
An' tumbled wi' a wintle
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout
In dreadfu' desperation!
An' young an' auld come rinnin out
To hear the sad narration
He swoor 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw
Or crouchie Merran Humphie
Till stop! she trotted thro' them a'
And wha was it but grumphie
Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downan's dance
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze
On sprightly coursers prance
Or for Colean the rout is ta'en
Beneath the moon's beams
There, up the Cove, to stray an' rove
Amang the rocks and streams
Fu' blythe that night
Amang the brachens, on the brae
Between her an' the moon
The devil, or else an outler quey
Gat up an' ga'e a croon
Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool
Near lav'rock-height she jumpit
But mist a fit, an' in the pool
Out-owre the lugs she plumpit
Amang the bonie winding banks
Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear
Where Bruce 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
An' haud their Halloween
Fu' blythe that night
Wee Jenny to her graunie says
"Will ye go wi' me, graunie?
I'll eat the apple at the glass
I gat frae uncle Johnnie:"
She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt
In wrath she was sae vap'rin
She notic't na an aizle brunt
Her braw, new, worset apron
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
Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downan's dance
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze
On sprightly coursers prance
Or for Colean the rout is ta'en
Beneath the moon's beams
There, up the Cove, to stray an' rove
Amang the rocks and streams
Amang the bonie winding banks
Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear
Where Bruce 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
An' haud their Halloween
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:41.13] He wistl'd up Lord Lennox' March
[00:42.64] To keep his courage cherry
[00:44.40] Altho' me hair began to arch
[00:46.08] He was sae fley'd an' eerie
[00:47.72] Till presently we hears a squeak
[00:49.39] An' then a grane an' gruntle
[00:51.20] An over me shouther gae a keek
[00:52.95] An' tumbled wi' a wintle
[00:54.59] He roar'd a horrid murder-shout
[00:56.37] In dreadfu' desperation!
[00:58.20] An' young an' auld come rinnin out
[00:59.84] To hear the sad narration
[01:01.48] He swoor 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw
[01:03.16] Or crouchie Merran Humphie
[01:04.71] Till stop! she trotted thro' them a'
[01:06.76] And wha was it but grumphie
[01:08.29] Upon that night, when fairies light
[01:09.96] On Cassilis Downan's dance
[01:11.72] Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze
[01:13.51] On sprightly coursers prance
[01:15.20] Or for Colean the rout is ta'en
[01:16.96] Beneath the moon's beams
[01:18.64] There, up the Cove, to stray an' rove
[01:20.19] Amang the rocks and streams
[01:22.57] Fu' blythe that night
[01:37.62] Amang the brachens, on the brae
[01:39.14] Between her an' the moon
[01:40.82] The devil, or else an outler quey
[01:42.58] Gat up an' ga'e a croon
[01:44.39] Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool
[01:46.10] Near lav'rock-height she jumpit
[01:47.70] But mist a fit, an' in the pool
[01:49.25] Out-owre the lugs she plumpit
[01:51.10] Amang the bonie winding banks
[01:52.74] Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear
[01:54.63] Where Bruce ance rul'd the martial ranks
[01:56.26] An' shook his Carrick spear
[01:57.97] Some merry, friendly, countra-folks
[01:59.81] Together did convene
[02:01.57] To burn their nits, an' pou their stocks
[02:03.11] An' haud their Halloween
[02:05.66] Fu' blythe that night
[02:41.23] Wee Jenny to her graunie says
[02:42.70] "Will ye go wi' me, graunie?
[02:44.43] I'll eat the apple at the glass
[02:46.10] I gat frae uncle Johnnie:"
[02:47.70] She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt
[02:49.41] In wrath she was sae vap'rin
[02:51.18] She notic't na an aizle brunt
[02:52.98] Her braw, new, worset apron
[02:54.67] Ye little skelpie-limmer's face!
[02:56.14] I daur you try sic sportin
[02:57.98] As seek the foul thief ony place
[02:59.78] For him to spae your fortune
[03:01.50] Nae doubt but ye may get a sight!
[03:03.10] Great cause ye hae to fear it
[03:04.86] For mony a ane has gotten a fright
[03:06.49] An' liv'd an' died deleerit
[03:08.55] Upon that night, when fairies light
[03:09.91] On Cassilis Downan's dance
[03:11.74] Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze
[03:13.59] On sprightly coursers prance
[03:15.22] Or for Colean the rout is ta'en
[03:16.95] Beneath the moon's beams
[03:18.67] There, up the Cove, to stray an' rove
[03:20.51] Amang the rocks and streams
[03:22.07] Amang the bonie winding banks
[03:23.70] Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear
[03:25.43] Where Bruce ance rul'd the martial ranks
[03:27.15] An' shook his Carrick spear
[03:28.86] Some merry, friendly, countra-folks
[03:30.99] Together did convene
[03:32.39] To burn their nits, an' pou their stocks
[03:34.11] An' haud their Halloween
[03:37.43]
[00:42.64] To keep his courage cherry
[00:44.40] Altho' me hair began to arch
[00:46.08] He was sae fley'd an' eerie
[00:47.72] Till presently we hears a squeak
[00:49.39] An' then a grane an' gruntle
[00:51.20] An over me shouther gae a keek
[00:52.95] An' tumbled wi' a wintle
[00:54.59] He roar'd a horrid murder-shout
[00:56.37] In dreadfu' desperation!
[00:58.20] An' young an' auld come rinnin out
[00:59.84] To hear the sad narration
[01:01.48] He swoor 'twas hilchin Jean M'Craw
[01:03.16] Or crouchie Merran Humphie
[01:04.71] Till stop! she trotted thro' them a'
[01:06.76] And wha was it but grumphie
[01:08.29] Upon that night, when fairies light
[01:09.96] On Cassilis Downan's dance
[01:11.72] Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze
[01:13.51] On sprightly coursers prance
[01:15.20] Or for Colean the rout is ta'en
[01:16.96] Beneath the moon's beams
[01:18.64] There, up the Cove, to stray an' rove
[01:20.19] Amang the rocks and streams
[01:22.57] Fu' blythe that night
[01:37.62] Amang the brachens, on the brae
[01:39.14] Between her an' the moon
[01:40.82] The devil, or else an outler quey
[01:42.58] Gat up an' ga'e a croon
[01:44.39] Poor Leezie's heart maist lap the hool
[01:46.10] Near lav'rock-height she jumpit
[01:47.70] But mist a fit, an' in the pool
[01:49.25] Out-owre the lugs she plumpit
[01:51.10] Amang the bonie winding banks
[01:52.74] Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear
[01:54.63] Where Bruce ance rul'd the martial ranks
[01:56.26] An' shook his Carrick spear
[01:57.97] Some merry, friendly, countra-folks
[01:59.81] Together did convene
[02:01.57] To burn their nits, an' pou their stocks
[02:03.11] An' haud their Halloween
[02:05.66] Fu' blythe that night
[02:41.23] Wee Jenny to her graunie says
[02:42.70] "Will ye go wi' me, graunie?
[02:44.43] I'll eat the apple at the glass
[02:46.10] I gat frae uncle Johnnie:"
[02:47.70] She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt
[02:49.41] In wrath she was sae vap'rin
[02:51.18] She notic't na an aizle brunt
[02:52.98] Her braw, new, worset apron
[02:54.67] Ye little skelpie-limmer's face!
[02:56.14] I daur you try sic sportin
[02:57.98] As seek the foul thief ony place
[02:59.78] For him to spae your fortune
[03:01.50] Nae doubt but ye may get a sight!
[03:03.10] Great cause ye hae to fear it
[03:04.86] For mony a ane has gotten a fright
[03:06.49] An' liv'd an' died deleerit
[03:08.55] Upon that night, when fairies light
[03:09.91] On Cassilis Downan's dance
[03:11.74] Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze
[03:13.59] On sprightly coursers prance
[03:15.22] Or for Colean the rout is ta'en
[03:16.95] Beneath the moon's beams
[03:18.67] There, up the Cove, to stray an' rove
[03:20.51] Amang the rocks and streams
[03:22.07] Amang the bonie winding banks
[03:23.70] Where Doon rins, wimplin, clear
[03:25.43] Where Bruce ance rul'd the martial ranks
[03:27.15] An' shook his Carrick spear
[03:28.86] Some merry, friendly, countra-folks
[03:30.99] Together did convene
[03:32.39] To burn their nits, an' pou their stocks
[03:34.11] An' haud their Halloween
[03:37.43]