Giff he’ll do as he says—be he man, be he de’il,
Wow! we’ll try this Aiken-drum.”
But the wenches skirl’d, “He’s no’ be here!
His eldritch look gars us swarf wi’ fear;
An’ the feint a ane will the house come near,
If they think but o’ Aiken-drum.
“For a foul and a stalwart ghaist is he,
Despair sits broodin’ aboon his e’e-bree,
And unchancie to light o’ a maiden’s e’e,
Is the glower o’ Aiken-drum.”