And I am sae fat and fair of flesh,
I fear’t will be mysell.
“This night is Hallowe’en, Janet,
The morn is Hallowday;
And, gin ye dare your true love win,
Ye na hae time to stay.
“The night it is good Hallowe’en,
When fairy folk will ride;
And they that wad their true love win
At Miles Cross they maun bide.”—