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 T was na' day, it was na' night, But the hour atween them baith, 'The first time Jeanie saw the sight— The silent flitting wraith!

It came fra oot the milking place, It wore her gown o' blue, The face o' it was Jeanie's face, The een were Jeanie's too!

The next time Jeanie saw the sight, It passed her close and clear. Her very self in broad daylight, And Jeanie shook wi' fear.

But for the once, and for the twice, She would na' trust her een, And she maun test wi' some device The what this thing may mean,

A crimson kerchief round her head, A staff for walking lame, If it be summons to the dead, The fetch maun hae the same.

The wraith that called her to the dead, At her next step it came! A crimson kerchief round its head, A staff for walking lame!