Whiles glow'ring round wi' prudent cares, staring
Lest bogles catch him unawares, goblins
Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh,
Whare ghaists and houlets nightly cry. ghosts, owls
By this time he was cross the ford,
Where in the snaw the chapman smoor'd; smothered
And past the birks and meikle stane, birches, big
Where drunken Charlie brak's neck-bane;
And thro' the whins, and by the cairn, gorse, pile of stones
Where hunters fand the murder'd bairn; found