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To A Blue Box (A Tale)

Summary:

For Burns Night 2022

Something is attacking travellers near the Auld Alloway Kirk, and since it might be smugglers, and since he knows the area, Robert Burns - poet, farmer and currently His Majesty's Exciseman for the parish of Upper Nithsdale - is sent to deal with it. But while he waits in the dark to see what might lurk around the old, haunted churchyard, he sees something far more surprising - a blue box that appears out of nowhere, and a strange, auld man known as The Doctor.

This is written in Ayrshire Scots, the language Burns wrote in, slightly anglicised to make it easier to read, with a modern English translation in the second column. It's an imitation of Burns' style, and inspired by his epic poem "Tam O'Shanter", and I've borrowed a couple of wee couplets from the original here and there.

Notes:

Just a wee note - I'm giving a warning, therefore, for a bit of sexism and objectifying women, in line with the sorts of attitudes of the period (the late 1700s).

On a historical note, this takes place, as the Doctor says, in 1789, by which time Burns had been forced to look for other employment after his family farm started to lose money, so he took up a post as an exciseman, or customs officer, in the parish of Upper Nithsdale in Dumfriesshire. Alexander Findlater was his supervisor.

If you haven't read Tam O'Shanter and would like to, this is a good site which has a parallel translation - http://www.robertburns.org.uk/Assets/Poems_Songs/tamoshanter.htm

An audiobook version (read by me) is available here - https://youtu.be/S_TyD2vACk0

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To A Blue Box (A Tale)

 

When chapman billies leave the street,                                 When peddlers leave the street,

And drowthy neighbours neighbours meet,                          And thirsty neighbours neighbours meet,

When market days are wearing late,                                     When market days are wearing late,

And folk begin to tak the gate,                                            And people begin to head home,

Then sits I, drookit, cauld and weary,                                  Then sits I, drenched, cold and weary,

Deep in country bleak and dreary,                                       Deep in country bleak and dreary,

Water soaking through my breeches,                                   Water soaking through my breeches,

Pressed as I am in the ditches,                                             Pressed as I am in the ditches,

Watching hill and dale in moonlight,                                     Watching hill and dale in moonlight

Braced in heart to be there a’ night;                                      Braced in heart to be there all night;

For the moment ‘ere I finish                                                 For the moment when I finish

My day’s ride round Nithsdale parish -                                 My day's ride round Nithsdale Parish

Where ‘tis my duty, day and day,                                          Where it is my duty, day and day,

To travel hither and survey                                                   To travel hither and survey                       

As His Majesty’s exciseman,                                                 As His Majesty's customs officer,

Though poet’s quill I find I can                                             Though poet's quill I find I can

Bear far more than books of levies,                                      Bear far more than books of taxes

Still, a man maun eat;                                                           Still, a man must eat;

poverty weighs heavy,                                                          Poverty weighs heavy,

Most especially when the yields                                             Most especially when the yields

Of that land I call mine, my dear fields                                  Of that land I call mine, my dear fields

Are lessened by the bitter cauld                                            Are lessened by the bitter cold

And pure misfortune, thus I am told,                                    And pure misfortune, thus I am told,

“Rab, must you find some o’er post                                       "Rab, must you find some other post

More lucrative than farming’s boast,”                                    More lucrative than farming's boast,"

 

And so when comes I to the end of day,                              And so when comes I to the end of day,

There’s Mr Findlater in my way,                                           There's Mr Findlater in my way,

And says he, “Rab, I’d have ye go                                        And says he, "Rab, I'd have ye go

Tae Alloway,” which most know                                          To Alloway," which most know

Was once the kingdom of my youth,                                   Was once the kingdom of my youth,

And near enough my place of birth,                                   And near enough my place of birth,

Though never was it dear enough                                       Though never was it dear enough

In heart that ever ‘twould be worth                                     In heart that ever it would be worth

The many miles a man maun ride                                       The many miles a man must ride

To reach that patch of countryside,                                    To reach that patch of countryside,

And truth, the night was falling dim                                   And truth, the night was falling dim

And dark, so I did say to him,                                             And dark, so I did say to him,

“Good sir, what ill could force a cur                                    "Good sir, what ill could force a wretch

To tak sic a road at sic an hour?”                                         To take such a road at such an hour?"

But Findlater’s face was drawn and grave,                            But Findlater's face was drawn and grave

And says he, “Rab, thou’s my most brave                             And says he, "Rab, you're my most brave

And trusty lad, none else will go,                                         And trusty lad, none else will go,

But here’s the facts I’d have ye know,                                   But here's the facts I'd have you know,

Afore ye say no or aye;”                                                        Before you say no or yes;"

And here’s the tale as best I try:                                           And here's the tale as best I try:

 

Twa nights hence, set aff a brewer                                      Two nights ago, set off a brewer 

Thundering hame to his auld dour,                                     Thundering home to his old woman,

Name of O’Shanter, honest soul                                          Name of O'Shanter, honest soul,

Wha ne’er was watched for skipping toll                              Who never was watched for skipping taxes

Nor watering wine nor cheating ever,                                  Nor watering wine, nor cheating ever,

Came within the sight o’ th’river,                                        Came within the sight of the river,

That runs by auld Alloway kirk,                                           That runs by old Alloway church,

That no good Christian dares in mirk                                   That no good Christian dares in darkness

To venture, though for reasons lost,                                    To venture, though for reasons lost,

Our Tam O’Shanter never crossed                                        Our Tam O'Shanter never crossed

The Doon but by the kirk did stray,                                      The Doon but by the kirk did stray,

And for his soul we now must pray;                                      And for his soul, we now must pray;

For next morn, was he found near death,                              For next morning, was he found near death,

From his blue lips, bare a breath;                                          From his blue lips, barely a breath;

Said the physic, he was living,                                               Says the doctor, he was alive,

Though what befell him, naught was given;                           Though what befell him, nothing was given,

Thinks Findlater that some foul cur                                        Thinks Findlater that some foul wretch

Accosted Tam wi’ thoughts o’ murder                                    Accosted Tam with thoughts of murder

And, for fear the cur may’ve sought                                       And for fear the wretch may have sought

To rob our Tam o’ cask or pot,                                               To rob our Tam of cask or pot,

And thus a smuggler might be called,                                     And so a smuggler might be called,

So lie I now in this grim and cauld                                           So lie I now in this grim and cold

And misery-filled ditch by this auld kirk,                                 And misery-filled ditch by this old church,

Waiting for the murd’rer in the dark.                                       Waiting for the murderer in the dark.

 

 

How many souls, I wonder’d, drifted by,                                  How many souls, I wondered, drifted by,

As cauld and dreich and lost as I,                                             As cold and miserable and lost as I,

Who in the Doon had been drownéd deep,                               Who in the River Doon had drowned deep,

Or sent by cutthroats to their sleep,                                         Or sent by cutthroats to their sleep

When on the lonely roads and paths,                                       When on the lonely roads and paths,

Where ghosts and spirits prowl in swaths,                                Where ghosts and spirits prowl in hordes,

And sic was on my mind that night,                                         And such was on my mind that night,

When fore me came the wildest sight!                                      When before me came the wildest sight!

First came a roar o’ wind, that soughed and sighed,                 First came a roar of wind that soughed and sighed,

Then blinked a light nearby my side,                                        Then blinked a light nearby my side,

That light, some fairy magic in the air,                                      That light, some fairy magic in the air,

Hover’d, flashing, one bit mair,                                                 Hovered, flashing, one moment more,

Then stilled the sound, and stood afore me –                            Then stilled the sound, and stood before me - 

As though ‘t had every right to be -                                         As though it had every right to be - 

A great, blue box, a wooden thing,                                          A great blue box, a wooden thing,

That, for reasons it must ken,                                                  That, for reasons it must know,

Said “Police, Public Call” above its door;                                   Said "Police, Public Call" above its door;

An’ I swear it wasnae there before!                                           And I swear it wasn't there before!

 

 

I watched it for a lang while,                                                    I watched it for a long while,

Though my breeches soaked the vile                                      Though my breeches soaked the vile

And bitter waters o’ the ditch,                                                And bitter waters of the ditch,

And round me, night was black as pitch,                                 And round me, night was black as pitch,

Save for the spot where stood the box,                                   Save for the spot where stood the box,

That a’ o’ natural reason mocks,                                            That all of natural reason mocks,

But whose wee lamp and polis sign                                         But whose little lamp and police sign

Lit up what had been shadowed syne;                                     Lit up what had been shadowed before;

The box stood right by the auld kirk                                       The box stood right by the old church 

And picked out gravestones fae the mirk                                 And picked out gravestones from the darkness

That lang syne had fall’n o’er                                                  That long ago had fallen over

And lay a’ drunken in the bower                                              And lay all drunken in the bower

By the kirkyard wall and yonder,                                              By the churchyard wall and yonder,

The kirk itself, by age rent asunder,                                         The church itself, by age rent asunder,

Now naught but broken arches, stones,                                   Now nothing but broken arches,

Like unto the fleshless bones                                                   Like unto the fleshless bones

Of some leviathan that lay                                                      Of some leviathan that lay

Among these marshes one lang day                                        Among these marshes one long day

Far beyond the mind of man,                                                  Far beyond the mind of man,

And o’er it, Time’s great scythe had ran;                                 And over it, Time's great scythe had ran;

And now, among the ruins stood                                            And now, among the ruins stood

This uncanny blue box of wood;                                             This uncanny blue box of wood;

 

 

Perhaps I’d lain there long enough                                          Perhaps I'd lain there long enough

That reason in my mind had snuffed                                        That reason in my mind had snuffed

Completely out, and left me staring                                         Completely out, and left me staring

Fae my ditch, and never daring                                                 From my ditch, and never daring

Tae rise and gan towards the thing,                                        To rise and go towards the thing,

Tho’ why I fear’d I do not ken;                                                 Though why I feared, I do not know;

When with a creak like some old dame                                    Then with a creak like some old hag,

The door cracked open and out came                                      The door cracked open and out came

Naught but a man, an auld yin, slim                                         Nothing but a man, an old man, slim 

And silver-haired with face as grim                                          And silver-haired with face as grim

As ony o’ the graves nearby;                                                     As any of the graves nearby;

He wore fine clothes, of velvet, aye,                                          He wore fine clothes, of velvet, yes,

But most remarkable were those brows,                                    But most remarkable were those brows,

That the gaunt visage did endow                                              That the gaunt face did endow

Wi’ all the wrath of a gathering storm;                                       With all the wrath of a gathering storm;

Aye, a face by hardship worn.                                                    Yes, a face by hardship worn.

 

 

He looked about and glowered deeply,                                     He looked about and glowered deeply,

And at last I managed, meekly,                                                 And at last I managed, meekly,

Tae crawl out my ditch to greet him,                                         To crawl out my ditch to greet him,

But when I went o’er to meet him,                                             But when I went over to meet him,

He gave me sic a glare as might                                                He gave me such a glare as might

Hae boiled the very sea on sight!                                              Have boiled the very sea on sight!

“Who are you?” he demanded o’ me –                                        "Who are you?" he demanded of me - 

And I was glad that I had on me                                                 And I was glad that I had on me

My trusty pistol, which had spilt                                                 My trusty pistol, which had spilt

The blood o’ mony a wan as would hae kilt                                 The blood of many a one who would have killed

An honest exciseman on his run                                                 An honest customs man on his rounds

For the sake o’ twa casks, aye or even wan!                                 For the sake of two barrels, yes or even one!

“My name,” says I, “Is Robert Burns,”                                           "My name," says I, "Is Robert Burns,"

At which the auld yin stops and turns                                          At which the old man stops and turns

And stares at me e’er more,                                                         And stares at me even more

“Is that right?” says he, softer than before.                                  "Is that right?" says he, softer than before.

The Robert Burns?” he asks, and to my shame,                            "The Robert Burns?" he asks, and to my shame,

His tone my pride did sore enflame                                              His tone my pride did sorely enflame

And stood I like a peacock proud                                                  And I stood like a peacock proud

And pressed my hand to heart and bowed,                                   And pressed my hand to heart and bowed,

“At your service, sir,” says I,                                                          "At your service, sir," says I,

And waited for the auld man to reply.                                           And waited for the old man to reply.

“But this is 1789,” he declared,                                                     "But this is 1789," he declared,

Then once again he stood and stared,                                          Then once again he stood and stared,

More thoughtfully this time, then says,                                         More thoughtfully this time, then says,

“Should you not be in Dumfries nowadays?”                                  "Should you not be in Dumfries nowadays?"

“Aye,” I answer, “Sic’s my hame,                                                    "Yes," I answer, "Such is my home,

Tho this night I’m off after game,                                                   Though this night, I'm off after game,

“A thief perhaps, or cutthroat here,                                                A thief perhaps, or cutthroat here,

Wha’s got the locals daft wi’ fear,                                                  Who's got the locals silly with fear,

“And I, who knows the land round Ayr,                                          And I, who knows the land round Ayr,

Was sent to find the trouble here.”                                                Was sent to find the troubles here."

“What sort of trouble?” asks the man,                                            "What sort of trouble?" asks the man,

And I relate as best I can                                                                And I relate as best I can

Auld Tam O’Shanter’s tale,                                                             Old Tam O'Shanter's tale,

Tho’ at the name, the auld yin paled,                                             Though at the name, the old man paled

But said naught on it, only nodded,                                                But said nothing on it, only nodded,

Then towards the kirkyard plodded;                                                Then towards the churchyard plodded;

 

 

I went hasty at his heels                                                                  I went hasty at his heels

And told him, “I maun catch the deils                                              And told him, "I must catch the devils

That left auld Tam as near to death                                                That left old Tam as near to death

As wan can be and still draw breath,                                               As one can be and still draw breath,

But if we rin about like weans                                                         But if we run about like kids

And mak a noise, we’ll lose the game,                                          And make a noise, we'll lose the game,

And ony curs or thieves about                                                       And any wretches or thieves about

Will know what’s what and scurry out                                           Will know what's what and scurry out

And so I’ll hae to spend the night                                                  So I'll have to spend the night

The morrow, if I hae the might                                                      Tomorrow, if I have the might

Tae feel again how water leeches                                                   To feel again how water leeches

Fae the ground right through ma breeches                                    From the ground right through my breeches

Till ma very bones are ice,                                                              Till my very bones are ice,

I canna stomach doing this twice.”                                                  I can't stomach doing this twice."

“Don’t worry,” says the auld yin, headed                                        "Don't worry," says the old man, headed 

Into the very place I dreaded,                                                          To the very place I dreaded,

Into the ruins of Alloway’s kirk:                                                       Into the ruins of Alloway's church:

I grabbed my pistol, and my dirk,                                                    I grabbed my pistol and my dagger

Just as good measure, as we trod                                                    Just as good measure, as we trod

Upon the ancient, bone-laced sod                                                   Upon the ancient, bone-laced sod

Into the heart of what had been                                                      Into the heart of what had been

A place of worship, ages syne,                                                         A place of worship, ages ago;

But now had not the slightest trace                                                But now had not the slightest trace

Of any fairness, light or grace;                                                        Of any fairness, light or grace;

It hit me then, tho should’ve quicker,                                             It hit me then, though should've quicker,

My suspicions gave a flicker                                                            My suspicions gave a flicker

And wondered I if might no the man                                               And wondered I if might not the man

Afore me maybe be the wan                                                            Before me maybe be the one

Whom I was sent to apprehend?                                                      Whom I was sent to apprehend?

This auld yin, was he foe or friend?                                                 This old man, was he foe or friend?

 

 

I drew the breath to ask the question                                             I drew the breath to ask the question

When he turned wi’ dour expression                                              When he turned with serious expression

And waved to me to duck below                                                     And waved to me to duck below

A mouldy wall aside him now.                                                        A mouldy wall beside him now.

I did as bade and crouched and watched                                        I did as told and crouched and watched

The ruined, empty nave so touched                                               The ruined, empty nave so touched

By Time and Nature, as to show                                                     By Time and Nature, as to show

Sic little trace of reverence now;                                                    So little trace of reverence now;

The altar, aye, was still in place,                                                    The altar, yes, was still in place,

Though overgrown and in disgrace;                                               Though overgrown and in disgrace;

“Whit are we watching…” I began,                                                  "What are we watching..." I began,

But the auld yin raised his hand.                                                     But the old man raised his hand.

I know not why I would obey                                                           I know not why I would obey

Without a single moment’s stay,                                                     Without a single moment's hesitation,

But something in the auld yin’s face                                                But something in the old man's face

Said I should do what he says,                                                         Said I should do what he says,

A sort of wisdom, hard to pen,                                                         A sort of wisdom, hard to write about,

But when you see it, then you ken                                                    But when you see it, then you know

That this is a man whom you should follow,                                     That this is a man whom you should follow,

And so we stared into the hollow                                                     And so we stared into the hollow

By the ancient altar stone                                                                 By the ancient altar stone

Which sat like some forgotten tomb, alone                                     Which sat like some forgotten tomb, alone

And dark amongst the ruined kirk;                                                   And dark amongst the ruined church;

My grip grew tighter on my dirk;                                                     My grip grew tighter on my dagger;

 

 

Then suddenly the place was blazing,                                              Then suddenly the place was blazing, 

Light burst out, sae bright, amazing,                                               Light burst out, so bright, amazing,

That it took a second fore                                                                That it took a second before

My eyes could make out ony more;                                                  My eyes could make out any more;

Where there had been but dirt and nettles,                                       Where there had been but dirt and nettles,

Now stood a company in fu’ mettle,                                                 Now stood a company in full strength,

Dancing, reeling tae the squeal                                                        Dancing, reeling, to the squeal

O’ pipes played by… naught but the Deil!                                        Of pipes played by... nothing but the Devil!

The man himself, Auld Hornie, Clootie,                                            The man himself, Old Hornie, Hoofy,

Sat surrounded by sic beauty                                                            Sat surrounded by such beauty

A man could wish to see a-skirl,                                                      A man could wish to see a-dancing,

And round the empty kirk now whirl’d                                              And round the empty church now whirl'd

In frantic revels, sic braw lassies,                                                      In frantic revels, such pretty girls,

Drinking out of blood-stained tassies;                                             Drinking out of blood-stained cups;

Then once again they joined the ceilidh,                                          Then once again they joined the party,

Hair a’ flying, dresses gaily                                                               Hair all flying, dresses gaily

Flung about wi’ not a care                                                                Flung about with not a care

That some man might see them there;                                             That some man might see them there;

Most wore naught but shifts or sarks,                                               Most wore nothing but shifts or underskirts,

Sae short that when they had their larks,                                           So short that when they had their fun,

A man was graced with sinfu' sights                                                 A man was graced with sinful sights

O' fleshly thighs and... o’er delights!                                                Of fleshy thighs and... other delights!

But one lass outshone them a’                                                          But one girl outshone them all

In sic a sark that was sae sma’                                                          In such an underskirt that was so small

That naught was left to th’imagination,                                            That nothing was left to the imagination,

When she joined the celebration!                                                     When she joined the celebration

And around the nave now stood                                                       And around the nave now stood

A ring of coffins, mould’ring wood                                                   A ring of coffins, mouldering wood

And open lids that showed the dead                                                And open lids that showed the dead

Dressed how they were when mass was said                                   Dressed how they were when mass was said

O’er a’ their bodies, now decaying;                                                  Over all their bodies, now decaying;

Out they stepped and started swaying,                                            Out they stepped and started swaying,

Each wan wi’ a candle burning,                                                         Each one with a candle burning,

So’s to light the dancers turning                                                       So as to light the dancers turning

Wi’ all the witches, warlocks, deils                                                     With all the witches, warlocks, devils,

That joined in with the frantic reels;                                                  That joined in with the frantic reels;

The auld yin raised his brows and says,                                            The old man raised his brows and says,

“Well that’s not something you see every day.”                                 "Well that's not something you see every day."

 

 

Then out his pocket taks a thing                                                        Then out his pocket, he takes a thing

The likes o’ which I’ve never seen,                                                      The likes of which I've never seen,

Some wand or rod that glows and whirs;                                             Some wand or rod that glows and whirs;

He waves it at the dancing curs                                                           He points it at the dancing fiends

Then stares down at the thing wi’ care,                                               Then stares down at the thing with care,

And I wonder if he’s no’ “a’ there”!                                                     And I wonder if he's not "all there"!

But then he makes a thoughtful noise                                                 But then he makes a thoughtful noise

And crouches in a ready poise                                                             And crouches in a ready poise

As if to move awa’ fae there,                                                                As if to move away from there,

So I did likewise, and we pair                                                               So I did likewise, and we pair

Slipped down the length o’ the old wall                                                Slipped down the length of the old wall

Until we found a tombstone, tall                                                           Until we found a tombstone, tall

And wrapped in ivy; in its shade,                                                          And wrapped in ivy; in its shade,

We were hidden from the grim parade                                                  We were hidden from the grim parade

Here the auld yin waves his wand                                                          Here the old man waves his wand

Again, then sits with it in haund,                                                           Again, then sits with it in hand

Considering the thing again,                                                                 Considering the thing again,

And then his face lights wi’ a grin,                                                        And then his face lights with a grin,

“I knew it!” says he in a whisper;                                                           "I knew it!" says he in a whisper;

“Knew what?” asks I, then adds, “Mister…”                                             "Knew what?" asks I, then adds, "Mister..."

“Doctor.”                                                                                               "Doctor."

 

Aye, I should hae known                                                                        Yes, I should have known

This auld yin would hae some renown,                                                   This old man would have some renown,

Some college seat or parish where                                                          Some college seat or parish where

His wisdom was sought here and there                                                   His wisdom was sought here and there

By all sorts, drawn by a’ the stories                                                         By all sorts, drawn by all the stories

O’ his intellectual glories;                                                                       Of his intellectual glories;

Tho why sic a sage should be here creeping                                          Though which such a wise man should be here creeping

Round the kirk when a’ were sleeping                                                    Round the church when all were sleeping

I could not begin to ken…                                                                       I could not begin to know...

So I watched the lassies dance again                                                      So I watched the girls dance again

Or truth, I watched that wan wee lass                                                     Or truth, I watched that one girl

In cutty sark who whirléd past                                                                In the short skirt who whirled past

I couldnae draw my gaze awa’;                                                              I couldn't draw my gaze away;

The Doctor says, “The Cantrapor,"                                                         The Doctor says, "The Cantrapor,"

(Which word I never heard before                                                           (Which word I never heard before

That moment, but he spoke some more)                                              That moment, but he spoke some more)

“They always leave their probes protected                                             "They always leave their probes protected

By a psychic field directed                                                                     By a psychic field directed

At the centres of the brain where all                                                      At the centres of the brain where all

The fears and nightmares tend to crawl,                                               The fears and nightmares tend to crawl,

And these, the field throws back like these                                           And these, the field throws back like these

We’re seeing now; the person flees,                                                      We're seeing now; the person flees,

And the probe stays hidden, sleeping,                                                  And the probe stays hidden, sleeping,

Watching, so it’s somewhere here and keeping                                     Watching, so it's somewhere here and keeping

Everyone who would go near it                                                              Everyone who would go near it

Well away with cause to fear it;                                                              Well away with cause to fear it;

Your poor friend, O’Shanter must                                                          Your poor friend, O'Shanter must

Have seen some horror that was just                                                     Have seen some horror that was just

Too terrible for him to bear,                                                                  Too terrible for him to bear,

And so he fainted somewhere here.”                                                      And so he fainted somewhere here."

 

 

“But I am not afraid,” I said;                                                                  "But I am not afraid," I said;

The auld man turned his noble head                                                     The old man turned his noble head

And gave me sic a dire look                                                                  And gave me such a dire look

As I was sorry to have spoke,                                                                As I was sorry to have spoke,

But then he raised that awesome brow,                                                 But then he raised that awesome brow,

And said, “So you’re not frightened now?”                                             And said, "So you're not frightened now?"

I looked upon the lassies reeling,                                                         I looked upon the girls dancing,

And said I, “Tis not fear I’m feeling!”                                                     And said I, 'It is not fear I'm feeling!"

(Truth, I’d wad hae gae’d my riches                                                      (Truth, I would've given my riches

Tae hae danced wi’ yon fair witches!)                                                     To have danced with those fair witches!)

“Strange,” he says, “but never mind.                                                      "Strange," he says, "But never mind.

We’ve got a Cantrapor probe to find                                                      We've got a Cantrapor probe to find

Before it fully charges and                                                                      Before it fully charges and

Rents one great hole out of the land                                                      Rents one great hole out of the land

As it takes off and heads away.”                                                            As it takes off and heads away."

What thought I o’ this? I maun say                                                        What thought I of this? I must say

My head was reeling fast as they                                                           My head was reeling fast as they

Who danced the sinfu' night away;                                                        Who danced the sinful night away,

Yon lassies, whom I couldnae stop                                                        Those girls, whom I couldn't stop

But pause again and watch a drop;                                                        But pause again and watch a bit;

 

 

But said the auld yin, these were ghosts;                                              But said the old man, these were ghosts;

Naught but phantoms were the hosts                                                   Nothing but phantoms were the hosts

Who made sic revels in the night,                                                         Who made such revels in the night,

But oh, were a sare lovely sight!                                                           But oh, were such a lovely sight!

To think those witches were but air,                                                     To think those witches were but air,

And really there was nothing there                                                       And really there was nothing there

But things plucked from a brain like seeds                                           But things plucked from a brain like seeds

From pomegranate flesh, that needs                                                     From pomegranate flesh, that needs

A greater mind than mine to fathom;                                                     A greater mind than mine to fathom;

Yonder starts another rhythm                                                                Yonder starts another rhythm 

And another dance begins                                                                      And another dance begins

And thon wee lass wi’ they bared shins                                                   And that girl with the bared shins

Reels faster, faster than before,                                                             Reels faster, faster than before,

And I could not but watch some more,                                                   And I could not but watch some more,

Could this be really naught but mist?                                                     Could this be really nothing but mist?

That lassie, I’d hae gladly kissed?                                                           That girl I would've gladly kissed?

It struck me as a madman’s dream,                                                       It struck me as a madman's dream,

But sic a sage the auld fier seemed                                                         But so wise the old fellow seemed

That in my heart, I took him true,                                                           That in my heart, I took him true,

And asked him, “Then what should I do?”                                                And asked him, "Then what should I do?"

“The probe should be about this size,”                                                    "The probe should be about this size,"

He says, a twinkle in thon eyes                                                                He says, a twinkle in those eyes

That seemed sae old, as old as Time                                                        That seemed so old, as old as Time

And yet ageless too and in their prime;                                                     And yet ageless too and in their prime;

He says, “It isn’t very big,                                                                         He says, "It isn't very big,

No more than a chicken’s egg.”                                                               No more than a chicken's egg."

How ony man could find sic thing                                                           How any man could find such thing

In this, the Devil’s Highland fling,                                                          In this, the Devil's Highland fling,

I didnae ken, but went I sleekit                                                              I didn't know, but I went stealthily

Round the kirkyard where a’ reekit                                                        Round the churchyard, where all smelled

O’ decay and decadence,                                                                       Of decay and decadence,

O’ ages past’s intemperance,                                                               Of ages past's intemperance,

A’ while keeping out of sight                                                               All the while keeping out of sight

O’ them that danced awa’ the night;                                                     Of them that danced away the night;

But a’ the while I felt the stare                                                             But all the while I felt the stare

O’ Auld Nick, ae upon me there,                                                          Of Satan, always on me there,

Tho’ t’figure truth did never stray                                                        Though the figure in truth did never stray

From thon ill pipes he ae did play;                                                       From those ill pipes he always played;

 

 

 

I felt the ground, in mimic o’                                                              I felt the ground, mimicking

The auld yin, several yards awa’                                                         The old man, several yards away

Who crawled in dirt and dug his hands                                               Who crawled in dirt and dug his hands

Right into those grave-riddled lands                                                  Right into those grave-riddled lands

But once again, my eye was caught                                                     But once again, my eye was caught

By thon fair dancers and I sought                                                       By those fair dancers and I sought

To find a place where I could see                                                       To find a place where I could see

That lass who had so witchéd me;                                                      That girl who had so bewitched me;

Tho’ up ahead, I saw the sage                                                           Though up ahead, I saw the wise one

Skirt past the beldams in their rage                                                   Skirt past the crones in their rage

Tae creep up tae the very altar                                                          To creep up to the very altar

Where – at this my courage falter’d –                                                 Where - at this my courage faltered - 

Lay murderer’s banes in gibbet arms                                                 Lay murderers bones in gibbet irons

And twa-span lang unchristen’d bairns,                                             And two-span long unchristened babies,

And other things sae dire and awfu’                                                   And other things so dire and awful

Tae speak o’ them would be unlawfu’;                                               To speak of them would be unlawful;

Then did I feel in my bones                                                               Then did I feel in my bones

The fear o’ which the auld yin warned!                                                The fear of which the old man warned!

And so stalled I in my tracks,                                                             And so stalled I in my tracks,

Staring at the tombstones’ backs;                                                      Staring at the tombstones' backs;

I dared no’ look upon that Deil                                                          I dared not look upon that Devil

Who sat conducting a’ the reel;                                                         Who sat conducting all the revel;

Left cow’rin’, timorous, pale and swat,                                               Left cowering, timorous, pale and sweating,

And frozen to the very spot,                                                              And frozen to the very spot,

Then calls thon Doctor oe’r to me,                                                     Then called that Doctor over to me,

“Burns! Robert Burns, listen to me!                                                     "Burns! Robert Burns" Listen to me!

“This is all illusion meant to keep                                                       "This is all illusion meant to keep

You from the probe that’s buried deep                                               You from the probe that's buried deep

Beneath this graveyard, try to fight it.”                                                Beneath this graveyard, try to fight it."

Says he in this place benighted!                                                          Says he in this place benighted!

Easy words, my trusty fier                                                                   Easy words, my trusty friend,

But you’re no’ seeing the Devil here!                                                   But you're not seeing the Devil here!

“You weren’t afraid before,” says he,                                                   "You weren't afraid before," says he,

“Why was that?” and he looks at me,                                                   "Why was that?" and he looks at me,

Like as some specimen pinned and glassed,                                        Like as some specimen pinned and glassed,

And then he sits up straight and asks,                                                 And then he sits up straight and asks,

“What were you watching at the start?”                                                "What were you watching at the start?"

And shame again cuts through my heart,                                            And shame again cuts through my heart,

But answered I with truth and mettle,                                                  But answered I with truth and mettle,

“T’was the lassies there, fu’ fair in fettle.”                                            It was the girls there, so beautiful and healthy,"

 

 

The auld yin nodded, thoughtful frowned                                            The old man nodded, thoughtfully frowned

And then set back upon the ground                                                     And then set back upon the ground

In search of this wee "probie" thing –                                                    In search of this little "probe" thing - 

What like this was, I didnae ken –                                                         What this was, I didn't know - 

“Then look at them, but keep on searching.”                                        "Then look at them, but keep on searching."

 Tho’ for moments stayed I watching                                                    Though for moments I stayed watching,

Till I minded o’ the quean                                                                     Till I remembered the girl

Whose cutty sark I had just seen                                                           Whose short skirt I had just seen

Flash by me in a whirl of linen;                                                              Flash by me in a whirl of linen;

Then at last my mind was winning                                                        Then at last my mind was winning

Oe’r the terror that had come                                                               Over the terror that had come

Like clouds that swathe the winter sun,                                                 Like clouds that swathe the winter sun,

And I was a man again                                                                          And I was a man again

And tak’t to scouring dirt but then                                                       And took to scouring dirt but then

The fine Doctor shouts, “Aha!” and rises                                               The fine Doctor shouts, "Aha!" and rises 

And in his upraise’d hand he prizes                                                      And in his upraised hand he prizes

Some small trinket like an egg,                                                             Some small trinket like an egg,

Or pinecone, only no’ as big                                                                 Or pinecone, only not as big

Wi’ flashing lights a’ red and green,                                                      With flashing lights, all red and green,

The likes o’ it, I hadnae seen                                                                 The likes of it, I hadn't seen

Nor e’er imagine will again,                                                                   Nor ever imagine will again,

But through this, the auld man was saying;                                            But through this, the old man was saying;

“Nearly ready to take off, it seems,                                                        "Nearly ready to take off, it seems,

Fed by the psychic energy these dreams                                               Fed by the psychic energy these dreams

Create when they ensnare someone,                                                     Create when they ensnare someone,

But if it’s still here when it’s done                                                         But if it's still here when it's done

And fully charged, if this thing gets                                                      And fully charged, if this thing gets

To take off, Ayrshire will be blown to bits.”                                           To take off, Ayrshire will be blown to bits."

I watched him for a hint o’ a joke,                                                         I watched him for a hint of a joke,

But says he, “Several kilometres up in smoke.”                                      But says he, "Several kilometres up in smoke,"

“How ma’ we stop it?” asks I o’ him                                                       "How can we stop it?" I asks of him

And he says, those brows a’ grim,                                                         And he says, those brows all grim,

“We take it to the TARDIS, there                                                           "We take it to the TARDIS, there

I’ve got an idea of just where                                                                I have an idea of just where

We can drop it off, a perfect place,                                                        We can drop it off, a perfect place,

Where it can explode in open space.”                                                     Where it can explode in open space,"

Then he was aff, haudin’ gently                                                             Then he was off, holding gently

The glitter’n thing; I watched intently                                                     The glittering thing; I watched intently

As he passed, then took’t his trail,                                                         As he passed, then took to his trail,

But that was where my heart did fail,                                                      But that was where my heart did fail,

For then the young witch, in her Paisley shift                                        For then the young witch, in her Paisley underdress

Awa fae a’ the oe’rs did drift                                                                   Away from all the others did drift

As round she reeled, sae close I thought                                                As round she reeled, so close I thought

That I could reach and have her caught,                                                 That I could reach and have her caught,

I smiled as she gave one last flourish                                                      I smiled as she gave one last flourish

Then, with senseless, sudden courage                                                     Then, with senseless, sudden courage

Cries I, “Weel done, Cutty Sark!”                                                               Cries I, "Well done, short skirt!"

And in an instant, all was dark.                                                                And in an instant, all was dark.

 

 

 

“What happened?" asks I, voice a mouse’s,                                               "What happened?" asks I, voice a mouse's,

Brain a’ rinnin roon the houses,                                                                Brain all running round the houses,

But as I’m thinking a’s as done,                                                                But as I'm thinking all's as done,

The Doctor grabs my hand, and says “Run!”                                              The Doctor grabs my hand, and says, "Run!"

 

 

And aff we went, like bees in fyke                                                             And off we went, like bees in a rage

When plundering herds assail their dyke,                                                  When plundering herds attack their hive,

But just as runs the market crowd                                                             But just as runs the market crowd

When “Catch the thief!” resounds aloud,                                                     When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud,

So ran the witches, and did follow                                                              So ran the witches, and did follow

A’ the deils wi’ eldritch hollo,                                                                     All the devils with eldritch cries,

We ran fast but they were faster                                                                 We ran fast but they were faster

And I thought naught but disaster                                                              And I thought nothing but disaster 

Waited for us, but in sight,                                                                        Waited for us, but in sight,

The Doctor’s blue box a’ alight,                                                                 The Doctor's blue box, all alight,

That sign and lantern sae appealing –                                                         That sign and lantern so appealing - 

Our only way to stave a killing –                                                                 Our only way to stave a killing - 

The Doctor ran lithe as bairn,                                                                     The Doctor ran lithely as a child,

Far better like than I was faring,                                                                 Far better than I was doing,

And he made the door afore me,                                                                And he reached the door before me,

When I saw a mist come o’er me,                                                                When I saw a mist come over me,

And glanced o’er my shoulder as                                                                And glanced over my shoulder as

The bonnie lass - at least that was -                                                           The pretty girl - at least that was - 

Reached out her hand to grab my hair,                                                        Reached out her hand to grab my hair,

But now there was nae lassie there,                                                            But now there was no girl there,

Instead a beldam, auld and droll,                                                               Instead, a crone, old and sour,

A withered hag would spean a foal,                                                            A withered hag who would suckle a foal,

I was unmanned by skreich and hollo,                                                        I was unmanned by screeches and cries,

Then the Doctor grabbed my collar                                                           Then the Doctor grabbed my collar

And into his box he threw me,                                                                  And into his box he threw me,

And I thought then, that would do me,                                                      And I thought then, that would do me,

I had seen enough that night!                                                                   I had seen enough that night!

But then I turned, and O! The sight –                                                         But then I turned, and O! The sight - 

 

 

How to describe the wondrous scene                                                        How to describe the wondrous scene

That came as right out o’ a dream,                                                           That came as right out of a dream,

While outside, sma and humble was                                                         While outside, small and humble was

The box, the inside broke the laws                                                           The box, the inside broke the laws

Of Nature and of Reason all,                                                                    Of Nature and of Reason all,

For it was bigger than Ayr Town Hall!                                                       For it was bigger than Ayr Town Hall!   

Bigger e’en than Edinburgh castle!                                                           Bigger e'en than Edinburgh castle!

And sic a chamber ne’er a vassal                                                             And such a chamber, never a vassal

O’ ony state on Earth hae seen,                                                               Of any state on Earth has seen,

Sae addled must my mind hae been                                                        So addled must my mind have been

To dream up a’ this madness here;                                                         To dream up all this madness here;

Was this anither thing to fear                                                                  Was this another thing to fear

Cast up by this "Cantrapor" thing?                                                           Cast up by this "Cantrapor" thing?

Or, ma stars! Was I truly in                                                                      Or, my stars! Was I truly in

A cabinet where wonders bide,                                                                A cabinet where wonders live,

That’s bigger on the inside?                                                                    That's bigger on the inside?

 

 

Tho’ through a’ this, my baffled musing,                                                Through all this, my baffled musing,

Ne’er once did the Doctor stop moving,                                                  Never once did the Doctor stop moving,

But was aff again up a stair                                                                     But was off again up a stair

And through anither doorway there,                                                        And through another doorway there,

So did I follow, thinking thus,                                                                 So did I follow, thinking thus,

We had been safer with the twa o’ us,                                                     We had been safer with the two of us,

And found him in a lengthy hall,                                                             And found him in a lengthy hall,

That would the richest king enthral,                                                        That would the richest king enthral,

But ran he on, like at his heels                                                                But ran he on, like at his heels

Were things mair awfu than the deils                                                      Were things more awful than the devils

That had us chased, but ay he held                                                         That had us chased, but always he held

That probe thing, then he turned and yelled                                           That probe thing, then he turned and yelled

Wi’out a step missed in his stride,                                                           Without a step missed in his stride,

“If we can get this thing inside                                                                "If we can get this thing inside

The right room, then all its power                                                           The right room, then all its power

Will be contained,” but he looked sae dour                                              Will be contained,' but he looked so serious

Yet fu’ o’ energy as well,                                                                         Yet full of energy as well,

Eyes a’ fire wi’ hints o’ Hell,                                                                     Eyes all fire with hints of Hell,

Through hall and chamber, room and stair,                                             Through hall and chamber, room and stair,

We ran on several minutes mair                                                               We ran on several minuets more,

How a’ this world could be contained                                                       How all this world could be contained

In one blue box, it still remained                                                              In one blue box, it still remained

A mystery to my poor mind,                                                                     A mystery to my poor mind,

But dare I no’ tae fall behind                                                                    But dare I not to fall behind

So ran I onwards through the maze,                                                         So ran I onwards through the maze,

Tho’ in a kind o’ wondrous daze,                                                             Though in a kind of wondrous daze,

And a’ the while the probe thing skirled                                                   And all the while the probe thing turned

And a’ its wee red lights a’ whirled,                                                          And all its little red lights all whirled

Then at last the Doctor halted                                                                  Then at last the Doctor halted

And a sturdy door assaulted                                                                     And a sturdy door assaulted

Till the barrier gave him way                                                                    Till the barrier gave him way

And as he ran I heard him say,                                                                 And as he ran I heard him say,

“There, this should do it.”                                                                       "There, this should do it."

Then he took the probe and threw it                                                        Then he took the probe and threw it

Clear into the chamber there                                                                   Clear into the chamber there

Where in the murk it disappear’d;                                                            Where in the dark it disappeared;

 

 

For in that room was nae a roof,                                                              For in that room was not a roof,

Nor any rafter but in truth,                                                                      Nor any rafter but in truth,

A star-laced sky, a heavenly dome                                                          A star-laced sky, a heavenly dome

That ony angel wud ca’ home;                                                                That any angel would call home;

Below it, just a patch o’ light                                                                  Below it, just a patch of light

Wi’ no a stane or board in sight,                                                             With not a stone or board in sight,

But wan wee plinth o’ ancient stane                                                       But one little plinth of ancient stone

Upon which a’ the starlight shone;                                                         Upon which all the starlight shone;

The Doctor stood by yon wee stand                                                       The Doctor stood by that little stand

And stared starwards at the grand                                                          And stared starboards at the grand

And awesome sky, where, when I looked,                                               And awesome sky, where, when I looked

I saw the route the probe had took’t,                                                     I saw the route the probe had taken,

Saw its lights blink now wee as though                                                  Saw its lights blink now small as though

There were great miles between us twa;                                                 There were great miles between us two;

And then it flashed with sic a blaze                                                         And then it flashed with such a blaze

That burned my eyes and left a haze;                                                     That burned my eyes and left a haze;

But when my sair eyes cleared I saw                                                       But when my sore eyes cleared I saw

The ring o’ fire, at once sae braw                                                           The ring of fire, at once so beautiful

And at the same time awfu’ too,                                                             And at the same time awful too,

For that would hae burned Ayrshire through!                                         For that would have burned Ayrshire through!

I saw now a’ the truth been told me,                                                      I saw now all the truth been told me,

(And maun say I wished would hold me                                                 (And must I say I wished would hold me    

Some fair lass with saft arms strong…)                                                   some fair girl with soft arms strong...)

But that mood didnae last sae long,                                                        But that mood didn't last so long,

And when I had my wits again,                                                               And when I had my wits again,

I went to my uncanny friend;                                                                  I went to my uncanny friend;

 

 

Alas! Poor bard who stands sae mute                                                     Alas! Poor bard who stands so mute

And cannae find the words tae put                                                         And cannot find the words to put

The slightest question tae the man,                                                       The slightest question to the man,

Though in my heid like tykes they ran,                                                  Though in my head like hounds they ran

Where was I? What had I just seen?                                                        Where was I? What had I just seen?

What a’ those wond’rous things had been,                                            What all those wondrous things had been,

But I said naught and stood like stane;                                                  But I said nothing and stood like stone;

The auld yin simply smiled again,                                                         The old man simply smiled again,

And says, “Don’t worry, from now on,                                                   And says, "Don't worry, from now on,

The Cantrapor will all be gone                                                              The Cantrapor will all be gone

And people should be safe, at least                                                      And people should be safe, at least 

From aliens.” And then he seized                                                         From aliens." And then he seized

My arm and tak’t me back to thon                                                       My arm and took me back to that

Great chamber I had seen anon                                                           Great chamber I had seen before

Wi’ shelves of volumes a’ around,                                                        With shelves of volumes all around,

And as I wander’d past, I found                                                           And as I wandered past, I found

A small wan, lone upon a shelf,                                                           A small one, alone upon a shelf,

That grabbed I, half beside myself,                                                      That I grabbed, half beside myself,

Thinking I must hae mistook                                                               Thinking I must have mistaken

The title printed on that book,                                                             The title printed on that book,

But when to its first page I turn,                                                           But when to its first page I turn, 

 I read, “The Complete Works of Robert Burns”                                     I read, "The Complete Works of Robert Burns"

Printed - ‘hap  I’d lost my mind –                                                         Printed - perhaps I'd lost my mind - 

In Glasgow, 1999.                                                                                In Glasgow, 1999.

Tae think, in spite o’ a’ my fears,                                                         To think, in spite of all my fears,

Could ma name live twa hundred years?                                               Could my name live two hundred years?

The Doctor saw me looking, and                                                           The Doctor saw me looking, and

Fair snatched the volume fae my hand,                                                 Fair snatched the volume from my hand,

Puts it back upon the case;                                                                    Puts it back upon the case;

“Spoilers, I’m afraid,” he says.                                                               "Spoilers, I'm afraid," he says.

 

 

I knew then this were but a dream,                                                      I knew then this were but a dream

And I unconscious by that stream,                                                       And I unconscious by that stream,

Perhaps been clouted on the heid                                                        Perhaps been hit on the head

By smugglers an’ then left for deid,                                                      By smugglers and then left for dead,

But if a dream, at least twas fair;                                                          But if a dream, at least it was fair;

I headed down the metal stair                                                              I headed down the metal stair

And met the Doctor by the door;                                                          And met the Doctor by the door;

Outside, the land looked as before,                                                      Outside, the land looked as before,

Still dark and cauld and wet and dank;                                                  Still dark and cold and wet and dank;

He shook my haun and gave his thanks;                                               He shook my hand and gave his thanks;

“Take care,” says he, “your smugglers might                                         "Take care," says he, "your smugglers might

Still be out there somewhere tonight.”                                                   Still be out there somewhere tonight."

“Aye, so,” says I, “but there again,                                                         "Just so," says I, 'but there again,

If I’m no’ dreaming, I dinnae ken                                                           If I'm not dreaming, I don't know

How e’er to tell my sire what like                                                           How ever to tell my boss what kind

O’ nightmare I hae seen the night,                                                        Of nightmare I have seen tonight,

For I was sent to catch a thief,                                                               For I was sent to catch a thief,

And I come back wi’ my mind in grief!”                                                  And come back with my mind in grief!"

“Ah well, the best laid plans,” he says,                                                   "Ah well, the best laid plans," he says,

“Of mice and men gang aft agley.”                                                         "Of mice and men often go awry."

“That’s wan o’ mine,” I told him proudly,                                               "That's one of mine," I told him proudly,

Then I couldnae help but loudly                                                             Then I couldn't help but loudly

Laugh like something in my mind                                                          Laugh like something in my mind

Had snapped and left a fool behind;                                                       Had snapped and left a fool behind;

 

“I have nae hope of understanding                                                         "I have no hope of understanding

A’ the things this night’s been handing                                                   All the things this night's been handing

Tae me like a madman’s dream;                                                              To me like a madman's dream;

I can but only hope some scheme                                                            I can but only hope some scheme

Or plan is right enough behind this;                                                        Or plan is truly behind this;

“Well,” says he, wi’ sudden kindness,                                                       "Well," says he, with sudden kindness,

“These kinds of thing will often fade                                                        "These kinds of thing will often fade

Away in time, until you’ve made                                                               Away in time, until you've made

Yourself convinced it never happened.”                                                    Yourself convinced it never happened."

I bowed then and doffed my cap and                                                        I bowed then and doffed my cap and

Stepped back out to firmer ground;                                                          Stepped back out to firmer ground;

Then behind me came a sound,                                                                Then behind me came a sound,

That same great wheezing, groaning racket                                              That same great wheezing, groaning racket

From the box; when I looked back, it                                                        From the box; When I looked back, it 

Faded in and out of view                                                                          Faded in and out of view

And then was gone, and all was true                                                        And then was gone, and all was true

Again to what it once had been;                                                               Again to what it once had been;

The darkened kirkyard now unseen                                                          The darkened churchyard now unseen

Wi’ out yon blue box and its light                                                            Without that blue box and its light 

To fight the demons of the night;                                                            To fight the demons of the night;

 

 

For lang while I stood and waited,                                                          For a long while I stood and waited,

But it seemed I wasnae fated                                                                  But it seemed I wasn't fated

E’re to see that box again,                                                                     Ever to see that box again,

Though sure I was that ither men                                                          Though sure was I that other men

Wha’ find themselves in times to come,                                                 Who find themselves in times to come,

An’ fear they’re like to soon succumb                                                     And fear they're likely to soon succumb

Tae ill or evil or despair,                                                                        To ill or evil or despair,

Shall hear that sound, and standing there                                              Shall hear that sound, and standing there

Will be the sicht that brings to them                                                       Will be the sight that brings to them

The hope to face the fight again,                                                            The hope to face the fight again,

That fills the heart wi’ promises                                                              That fills the heart with promises

O’ fame and hope and legacies,                                                              Of fame and hope and legacies,

That cabinet o’ wonders there;                                                                That cabinet of wonders there;

Its master with the silver hair                                                                  Its master with the silver hair

Who wi’ some magic slays the beast                                                       Who with some magic slays the beast

And lea’s the troubles a’ surceased,                                                        And leaves the troubles all surceased,

Whene’er on Earth the monster walks,                                                     Whenever on Earth the monster walks,

Then there’s the Doctor an’ his great blue box.                                       Then there's the Doctor and his great blue box.