Tho’ nine months aft brings quick or dead,
Into their laps.
Experience thus makes me speak,
I ance was hooked wi’ the cleek,
I almost had beshit my breek,
When Maggy told,
That by her saul, not e’en a week
Young Jack would hold.
She was sae stiff she cou’d not loot;
Your pranks she says, are now found out,