William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.
The Hazelwood WitchRichard Gall (17761801)
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Of brownies and bogles by yon castle wa’,
Of auld withered hags that were never thought canny,
And fairies that danced till they heard the cock craw.
I leugh at her tales, and last ouk, i’ the gloaming
I dandered, alane, down the Hazelwood green;
Alas! I was reckless, and rue sair my roaming,
For I met a young witch wi’ twa bonnie black een.
Whan a’ the lift round them is cloudless and blue;
I lookit again, and my heart fell a dancing;
Whan I wad hae spoken she glamoured my mou’,
O wae to her cantrips! for dumpish I wander;
At kirk or at market there’s nought to be seen;
For she dances before me wherever I dander,
The Hazelwood witch wi’ the bonnie black een.