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This night we meet o' a' the nights, / For fun the very wale, / When melancholy taks its flight, / And graning pains grow hale; / When young anes, wi' sic antic tricks, / And wi' their laughin' music, / Gar auld anes tae forget their cares, / And feel't the best o' physic.
And though wi' some we used to meet / We canna haud this night, / Yet we are here to show we ne'er / Forget tho' out o' sight: / And o' a HALLOWEEN langsyne, / I will to you rehearse, / And as a canter ye may like, / I'll gied to ye in verse.