“To gie yin fash,” Rob Burns declared,
“An aul’ wife’s tongue’s a feckless matter;”
But honest Robin never heard
That aul’ wife’s tongue i’ Corrie water.
An’ whan she made a calmer souch,
An’ stey’t a wee her skirlin’ ang-er,
I heard, far ben, a sweet wee lauch,
An’ dowdna thole the ordeal lang-er.
I flang the carlin fierce aside,
An’ left her up hersel’ to gether;