Bramble yokin’ earth and heaven,
Till they’re baith stramulyert driven!
Roses to lure the lift
And roots to wile the clay
And wuppit brainches syne
To claught them ’midyards tae
Till you’ve the precious pair
Like hang’d men dancin’ there,
Wi’ mony a seely prickle
You’ll fleg a sunburst oot,