But I’ll rather gang to a well-made bed,
Well-cover’d wi’ blankets fine.’
9.
‘My braw little cock, sits on the house tap,
Ye’ll craw not till it be day,
And your kame shall be o’ the gude red gowd,
And your wings o’ the siller grey.’
10.
The cock being fause untrue he was,
And he crew an hour ower seen;