And it swung like a pend’lum, as wee baudrons clawtit
The end that hung down like a bunch o’ horse-hair.
When Dawson’s bull-terrier, streeked on the hearth-stane,
Saw Clootie’s tail wagging, he barkit like mad:
Sprung till’t like a fury, and tugged might and main,
And the deevil himsel couldna lowsen his haud.
But the deil started up wi’ big chair, dog, an’ a’,
And staggered, and stampit, and ance or twice fell;
Mess John cried, “Lord save us!”—Like lightning, awa
Flew deevil, and big chair, and terrier, to——!