Sae white and bonnie,
Nae doubt they'll rive it wi' the plew; split
They'll ruin Johnie!’
The creature grain'd an eldritch laugh, groaned, weird
And says: ‘Ye needna yoke the pleugh,
Kirk-yards will soon be till'd eneugh,
Tak ye nae fear;
They'll a' be trench'd wi' mony a sheugh ditch
In twa-three year.
‘Where I kill'd ane, a fair strae-death, straw (i.e., bed)