THE QUAKING ASH TREE. SUPPOSED TO BE SUNG BY ONE WHOSE SWEETHEART IS DEAD. FLASH flew the lightning amid silent darkness, Between late and early, My course led me fairly Through the kirk-yard over graves heeped hi'; There I saw my Nanie, Right blithelike and bonny, And monie mae, dance roun' a Quaking Ash Tree. Side were their kirtles, and white as the snaw is; Anither we'll broil him, But out cry'd my Nannie, " Fye, let him a-be :" Wi' that the shrill cock crew, They vanish'd, gude kens how, But I stood alane by the Quaking Ash Tree. THE WARLOCK LAIRD. WRITTEN IN IMITATION OF AN OLD BALLAD. As Craigie's Knight went a hunting one day, Along with the Laird of Fail, They came to a house, where the gudewife she Was brewing the shearers ale. Sir Thomas alighted at the door Before the Laird of Fail, "And will ye gie me, gudewife," quo' he, "A drink of your shearer's ale ?" "I will gie thee, Sir Thomas," quo' she, "A drink of my shearers ale; But gude be hear, how I sweat with fear, "What sees auld lucky the Laird about His beard so long, so bushy and strong, "Though all his face was cover'd with hair, It never would daunton me; But young and old have oft hear'd it told That a warlock wight is he. "He caused the death of my braw milk cow, And did not his blasting e'e Bewitch my bairn, cowp many a kirn, And gaur my auld doggie die ?”—___ Sir Thomas came out and told the Laird "Now Laird," said he, "that sport we may see, Come put in the merry pin." "If ye want sport, Sir Thomas," quo quo he, "I wyte ye's no want it long; This crusty gudewife, upon my life, Shall gie us a dance and song." He put then a pin aboon the door, And said some mysterious thing; Then instantly the old woman she Began to dance and to sing : "O good Sir Thomas of Craigie, tak' Away from me, for he never shall prie The Laird he cried on the auld gudeman, But just as he pass'd under the pin, He roar'd out "Warlock Fail, Away from me, for you never shall prie |