To Remove Freckles—Scotch Ones

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!