Hallomas - (After Robert Burns) Poem by Sidi Mahtrow

Hallomas - (After Robert Burns)



Was the mirkest of night
No moon in sight
When some say “ol Hornie” has his way
On this a very special Church day.

Yet in O’Riley’s tryste-the-well
As the usual batch was there, with no thoughts of hell
For the beer with the faem blawn clear
Was a welcome repast for those of good char.

Along about ten some say it t’was
That the blathers had all they could haud
And most of the feckfu’ chiel stroan
Behind the garden wa’.

Then out the door came a light brust sheen’
An’ who should emerge but the village’s darling Mollie O’Queen
Hair red, some said, was “cockernony wi’ a snood holdn’
As spright as a bonnie jinker, buskit for a weddin’

From within, came many a gud cheer
For they had a fondness for this one so dear.
An’ she made her way down the path well trodden
In the darkness, towards the lo in the gardn’

Then came a blud-curddlin’ skirl’t that would raise clootie from his sleep
“As tho he wern’t waukrife”
A scream that raised the hens from their roost in the trees
Causing them to cackle and carry on, th’ devl to please

Followed by this walie
Came a series of oaths equal to the deacon’s aith
Blessing all who came afore an’ aftr’
Causin’ all those within, to rash out the browster’s door.

*****
For the gilpeys had in a moment of pleasure
Moved the bog-house six paces further,

Down the path.

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