KIRK ALLOWAY SEEM'D IN A BLEEZE
Glimmering thro' the groaning trees,
Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze;
Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing;
And loud resounded mirth and dancing.
AULD NICK IN SHAPE O'BEAST
A winnock-bunker in the east,
There sat Auld Nick, in shape o' beast;
A towzy tyke, black, grim and large,
To gie' them music was his charge.