“——guidly folks gat many a fricht
When the mune was set an’ the stars ga’e nae licht,
At the roarin’ linn in the howe o’ the nicht,
Wi’ soughs like Aiken Drum.”
One’s journey through life was fairly beset with supernatural agents, excitements, and influences. Much, indeed, depended on what day in the week one made his or her “first appearance on any stage,” for, as that day was lucky or unlucky, so would their life be. Thus it was rhymed and written:—
“Monday’s bairn is fair o’ face,
Tuesday’s bairn is fu’ o’ grace,
Wednesday’s bairn’s the child of woe,
Thursday’s bairn has far to go,
Friday’s bairn is loving and giving,