That dance in green jackets a’ nicht in the glen,
O’ ghosts an’ wild spectres, in aul’ castles grey,
That haud their wild revelries till break o’ day.
In a circle aroun her the wee bairnies drew,
An’ eerie they leuked at the fire burning blue,
Nae whispering was heard when aul’ grannie began
Tae tell o’ “Tam Giffen,” the wild warlock man:
Lang, lang in the warld won’d warlock Tam,
Nae ane could tell frae what kintra he cam,
He seemed like a stranger on earth left forlorn,