WILLIAM BELL SCOTT

Sae loud the tongues o' randies grew,

The fly tin* and the skirlin* grew, At all the windows in the place, Wi* spoons or knives, wi' needle or awl, Was thrust out every hand and face.

And down each stair they throng'd anon,

Gentle, semple, throng'd anon: Souter and tailor, frowsy Nan, The ancient widow young again, Simpering behind her fan.

Without a choice, against their will, Doited, dazed, against their will, The market lassie and her mither, The farmer and his husbandman, Hand in hand dance a' thegither.

Slow at first, but faster soon,

Still increasing, wild and fast, Hoods and mantles, hats and hose, Blindly dofPd and cast away, Left them naked, heads and toes.

They would have torn us limb from limb,

Dainty limb from dainty limb; But never one of them could win Across the line that I had drawn With bleeding thumb a-widdershin.

But there was Jeff the provost's son, Jeff the provost's only son ;

randies] viragoes. flytin'] scolding. skirlin'] shrieking,

souter] cobbler. doited] mazed. a-widdershin] the wrong

way of the sun : or E. to W. through N.

�� �