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.”