‘Is nae you[r] steed in my stable,
Eating good corn an’ hay?
An’ is nae your hawk i’ my perch-tree,
Just perching for his prey?
An’ is nae yoursel i’ my arms twa?
Then how can ye lang for day?’
14.
‘O wow for day! (diddle)
An’ dear gin it were day! (diddle)
For he that’s in bed wi’ anither man’s wife