A friend wha had come o'er the burn, "Twill be my death, I've little doubt!" The friend soon saw what was the matter, John here began a lang narration About the so-called apparition; He tauld a sad and awfu' story, The witless wight; they kent the drappy So, faither, mither, and a' lay Doun in their beds till dawn o' day. THE TWA ORPHAN BAIRNIES. I. Oh! the twa orphan bairnies And friends are a' dead; And they're left here to fecht Since their parents awa II. Their faither de'ed first- To his grave; and the mither She had need o' a rest ; And she de'ed-the twa bairnies Were found on her breast. She seems whiles to ken That she wants a kind mither; But he smiles in her face, And dauts doun her lang hair, And he maks the load light For his sister to bear. IV. I ha'e look'd to them gaein' Whiles I thought that the twa Were but ane, for they gree aye, And creep close thegither; They're a near and a dear Loving sister and brither. V. Weel they ken they've ae Father Wha to them is kind: That's God, whom ilk e'enin' And mornin' they mind. I've heard the puir laddie W' sabbin' heart say, Ere his dear mither de'ed She had learned him to pray. H THE WIND. I. I DINNA like that dreary wind, It gars me think upon the grave It brings me to the gates o' death, There's something in the howling wind I dinna like to hear. II. It brings to mind the tales I've read I think upon the houseless poor Wha wander wet and cauld; And sigh for a' the sufferings O' the helpless, young and auld, |