As soun’s a tap.
An’ whan the dawn began to glow,
I hirsled up my dizzy pow,
Frae ’mang the corn like worry-kow,
Wi’ banes fu’ sair,
An’ kend nae mair than if a yow,
How I came there.
Some said it was the pith o’ broom,
That she stow’d in her masking loom,
Which in our heads rais’d sic a foom,