Amazed was the laird when the lady said "Na,"
And wi' a laigh curtsie she turned awa'.
Dumfoundered was he, nae sigh did he gie.
He mounted his mare—he rade cannily.
An' often he thought as he gaed thro' the glen,
She's daft to refuse the laird o' Cockpen.
Only a little less humorous and perfect is Jamie, the Laird, whose doting mother may have persecuted Carolina Oliphant herself, or some of her friends, with the story of his mental and physical perfections until there was this burst of mocking vexation, to the tune of The Rock and the Wee Pickle Tow:—