A wumman whiles a bawaw gi’es
That clean abaws him gin he sees.
Or wi’ a movement o’ a leg
Shows’m his mind is juist a geg.
I’se warrant Jean ’ud no’ be lang
In findin’ whence this thistle sprang.
Mebbe it’s juist because I’m no’
Beddit wi’ her that gars it grow!...
A luvin’ wumman is a licht[6]
That shows a man his waefu’ plicht,