He was sae fley'd an' eerie: scared, awe-struck
Till presently he hears a squeak,
An' then a grane an' gruntle; groan
He by his shouther gae a keek, shoulder gave, peep
An' tumbl'd wi' a wintle summersault
Out-owre that night.
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu' desperation!
An' young an' auld come rinnin' out,
An' hear the sad narration: