Dat loon may wash her feet hersel;
Being forc’d to do’t, through mere constraint,
To work in a rude way she went,
Rubbed his toes, made the water rise
At every plash, betwixt his thighs;
On this he to the Captain said,
She rubs too hard this saucy maid,
I had far better do’t mysell,
In trout, quo’ she, an sae ye sall,
Then both of them to sleep were put,