I wat they did na weary; wot
And unco tales, an' funny jokes,—strange
Their sports were cheap and cheery;
Till butter'd sow'ns,[19] wi' fragrant lunt, smoke
Set a' their gabs a-steerin'; tongues wagging
Syne, wi' a social glass o' strunt, Then, liquor
They parted aff careerin'
Fu' blythe that night.
FOOT-NOTES TO HALLOWEEN
[The foot-notes to this poem are those supplied by Burns himself in the Kilmarnock edition.]