...hour, o' night's black arch the keyatane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in....bellow'd: That night, a child might understand The deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his grey mare Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tarn skclpit...

...o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour Tarn mounts his beast in ; And sic a night he taks the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last ; The rattlin' showers rose on the blast ; The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd ; Loud, deep, and lang...

...Tarn mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. v The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...bellow'd: That night, a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his gray mare Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tarn skelpit...

...hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad...The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling show'rs rose on the blast; The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd; Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder...

...hour, o' night's black arch the keystane, That dreary hour Tam mounts his beast in; And sic a night he ces surprise ; 't wad blawn its last ; The rattling showers rose on the blast ; The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed...

...Night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour Tarn mounts his beast in; And sic a night he took the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in.— The wind blew as 'twould blawn its last; The rattling showers rose on the blast; The cobbler told his queerest stories...

...hour approaches Tarn maun Editors have altered it to " snowfall* " ride. " And sic a night he take the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The...bellow'd : That night, a child might understand, The deil had business on his hand. Weel-mounted on his grey mare Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tarn skelpit*...

...hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour he mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad...rose on the blast; The speedy gleams the darkness swallowed; Loud, deep and lang, the thunder bellowed: That night, a child might understand, The Deil...

...hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hour Tam mounts his beast in; And sic a night he taks the road in, As ne'er poor sinner was abroad...bellow'd. That night, a child might understand, The Deil had business on his hand. Weel mounted on his grey meare Meg, A better never lifted leg, Tam skelpit...

...totally blinding you while it lasts; whilst the thunder so crashes that you cannot hear anything else. " The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling showers rose on the blast" Trees are broken and branches fly through the air, and the roofs of many houses disappear. The weather...