Ye're nae chicken for a' ye're cheepin.
Ye're never pleased, fu' nor fasting.
Ye're new come ower—your heart's nipping.
Ye're no light where you lean a'.
Ye're no worth ca'ing out o' a kail-yaird.
Ye're o' sae mony minds, ye'll never be married.
Ye're out and in, like a dog at a fair.
Ye're ower auld farrant to be fley'd wi' bogles.
Ye're ower het and ower fu', sib to some o' the laird's tenants.
Ye're queer folk no to be Falkland folk.