The Scotch Ghost

'Twas New Year's Eve and Sandy's homeward way Across the dark and lonely moorland lay, Where once, as ancient Scotish legends tell, All kinds of ghosts and goblins used to dwell. Now Sandy was endowed, like all his race, With full his share of ev'ry manly grace ; But quenching thirst is human and, 'tis true That Scots, in this respect, are human too.