And mony a bonny sang they sing,
Tere books they did them teach.
And tere I saw a bonny mattam,
Wi’ feathers on her waim,
I wonder an’ she be gaun to flee,
Or what be in her myn.[48]
Another mattams follow her,
Wha’s arse was round like cogs!
And clitter clatter cries her feet—
She had on iron brogues.[49]