‘Awa’, awa’, ye ugly witch,
Had far awa’, and lat me be!
For I woudna ance kiss your ugly mouth
For a’ the gifts that you coud gi’.’
8.
She’s turn’d her right and roun’ about,
An’ thrice she blaw on a grass-green horn;
An’ she sware by the meen and the stars abeen,
That she’d gar me rue the day I was born.
9.