Henry Masterman Mist Diaries and Prisoners Pie Magazine
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"Hi ! Sandy, blitherin', ditherin' sinner, stay! <br> | "Hi ! Sandy, blitherin', ditherin' sinner, stay! <br> | ||
Wi' ye a solemn converse I maun hae." <br> | Wi' ye a solemn converse I maun hae." <br> | ||
− | A voice in weird, unearthly tones <br> | + | ::A voice in weird, unearthly tones <br> |
− | Pronounced the word <br> | + | ::::Pronounced the word <br> |
− | That Sandy heard. <br> | + | ::::That Sandy heard. <br> |
− | He stood dead-still, <br> | + | ::::He stood dead-still, <br> |
− | And a sudden chill <br> | + | ::::And a sudden chill <br> |
− | Ran through the marrow of all his bones, <br> | + | ::Ran through the marrow of all his bones, <br> |
As he bethought him of the Judgment Day. | As he bethought him of the Judgment Day. |
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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.
"Hi ! Sandy, blitherin', ditherin' sinner, stay!
Wi' ye a solemn converse I maun hae."
- A voice in weird, unearthly tones
- Pronounced the word
- That Sandy heard.
- He stood dead-still,
- And a sudden chill
- Pronounced the word
- Ran through the marrow of all his bones,
- A voice in weird, unearthly tones
As he bethought him of the Judgment Day.