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Bonny Jean (1824)
Samuel Macaree's Ghaist
3185303Bonny Jean — Samuel Macaree's Ghaist1824


Samuel Macaree's Ghaist.

The ten-hour bell wi' heavy jow,
Had rung in ilka borough town,
The winds sough'd dreary o'er the knowe,
And night had on her blackest gown.
As at the fire I sat alane,
Wi' tears o' sorrow i' my ee,
Thinking upon my dead and gane,
Auld honest Samuel Macaree.

The door, though locked firm and fast,
Flew wi' a clash against the wa',
Upstarting, round my looks I cast,
When, saints and angels! what I saw,
Stood full before me, on the floor,
Just clad as he was wont to be,
But ah! sae toom, sae pale and poor,
Departed Samuel Macaree.

"Oh, dread nae evil, he began,
'Tis nane o' Satan's imps you see,
For I’m the ghaist o' thy guidman,
Wha ne'er could think o' harming thee;
But greet nae mair, if that ye bear
The sma'est spark o' love to me,
For willa-wa you're wranging sair,
The weary Samuel Macaree.

My wynin'-sheet wi' tears is weet,
I wander, restless, up and down,
Maun traichel thro' the wintry sleet,
When ither ghaists are sleeping sound.
This night I tried to get a nap,
But scarce had clos'd my drowsy ee,
When ye let fa' a muckle drap,
That waken'd Samuel Macaree.

I've lain a towmond in the ground,
And yet my grave has ne'er been green,
While a' around wi' flowers abound,
For this I hae to thank your een.
What! wad you hae me come again?
Is aught in life sae sweet to prie?
A bitter draught o' grief and pain,
It prov'd to Samuel Macaree.

Ere lang gae by we baith shall meet,
An' marry never to be twin'd—"
Here down I fell to kiss his feet,
But feint a foundit could I find,
Nor saw him mair, but i' my ear,
These words were harkit tenderly —
"Adieu my Ann, to mourn forbear,
Oh! pity Samuel Macaree."



FINIS.

This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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