And shadows fall and light fade.
Dims mine vision upon leaves of rust,
Hence imaginings overplayed.
For I tarry a wee bit too long,
Thus I’ve seemed to lost my way.
Afright for everything since gone wrong,
Whence tree tops begin to sway.
“Och! Leave me alane! Ochone! Lat abe!
Och! A daena whit ye are!
Wae’s me! Lat abe, a’m afeart o ye!
A hae stravaig hauf ower faur!”
Frightened out of mine wits and shaking,
For the rustling of tree.
Then I heard laughter in the distance,
‘Twas mine luvie after me!
Scottish to English translation:
“Oh! Leave me alone! Oh! Let me be!
Oh! I don’t know what you are!
Woe is me! Let me be, I am afraid of you!
I have wondered/roamed half too far!”
Luvie means sweetheart.