And nothing can then come amiss.”
From the old Scotch ballad, “The Souter and his Sow,” we take the following stanza:
The souter gae his sow a kiss.
“Grumph” (quo’ the sow) “it’s for my birse;”
“And wha gae ye sae sweet a mou’?”
Quo’ the souter to the sow.
“Grumph” (quo’ the sow) “and wha gae ye
A tongue sae sleekit and sae slee?”