Gae the mirkest night an’ stan’
’Twixt twa graves, ane either han’;
Wi’ the right han’ fumblin’ ken
Wha the deid mon’s name’s ance be’n,—
Wi’ the ither han’ sae read
Wha’s neist neebor o’ the deid;
An it be or wife or lass,
Smoor tha twa han’s i’ the grass,
Weshin’ either wi’ the ither,
Then tha faice wi’ baith thegither;
Syne ye’ll seeket at cockcraw—
Ilka freeckle’s gang awa!
