A vast, unbottom'd, boundless Pit,
Fill'd fou o' lowan brunstane,
Whase raging flame, an' scorching heat,
Wad melt the hardest whun-stane!
The half asleep start up wi' fear,
An' think they hear it roaran,
When presently it does appear,
'Twas but some neebor snoran
Asleep that day.