For this night thou wilt feast in my secret bouir

And to-morrow we’ll wedded be.”

“This night is Hallow Eve,” he said,

“And to-morrow is Hallow-day;

And I dreamed a drearie dream yestreen,

That has made my heart fu’ wae.

“I dreamed a drearie dream yestreen,

And I wish it may come to gude;

I dreamed that ye slew my best grew hound,

And gied me his lappered blude.”