I took a bicker. run
I there wi' Something does forgather, meet
That pat me in an eerie swither; put, ghostly dread
An awfu' scythe, out-owre ae shouther, across one shoulder
Gear-dangling, hang; hung
A three-tae'd leister on the ither -toed fish-spear
Lay large an' lang.
Its stature seem'd lang Scotch ells twa,
The queerest shape that e'er I saw,
For fient a wame it had ava: devil a belly, at all