13.
‘My father has some winter fruit that in December grew;
My mither has a silk mantil the waft gaed never through;
A sparrow’s horn ye soon may find, there’s ane on ev’ry claw,
And twa upo’ the gab o’ it, and ye shall get them a’.
14.
14.1 ‘yett,’ gate.
‘The priest he stands without the yett, just ready to come in;
Nae man can say he e’er was born, nae man without he sin;
He was haill cut frae his mither’s side, and frae the same let fa’: