Classic Poem

The night it was a holy night,
The day had been a holy day;
Kilmarnock gleam'd wi' candle light,
As Girzie hameward took her way,
A man of sin, ill may he thrive!
And never holy meeting see!
With godly Girzie met belyve,
Amang the Craigie hills sae hie.

The chiel' was wight, the chiel' was stark,
He wad no wait to chap nor ca',
And she was faint wi' holy wark,
She had no pith to say him na.
But ay she glowr'd up to the moon,
And ay she sigh'd most piouslie,
"I trust my heart's in heaven aboon,
Whare'er your sinfu' pintle be."